I will go to grain. Today I dreamed about it. Already
that neither Eden lets me rest. I think doing it on purpose, to laugh at me, hit the towel around me, I approached the things, laughed at my jokes insubstantial, hugged me, called me, I spoke, I wrote ... I guess then I should have realized that it was only a dream, he never would be so nice in real life.
And after all, I'm sorry I said that there could be no more. Menudo cocoon. You may think that I am not enough "valuable" to him. Who knows how many thousands of ignorant hover your head bolts.
course, I should think that " he loses " or " not worth ." Should think about another hundred times. Maybe if I end up believing I says.
And yet, when I woke up, remembering, I nearly fell out of bed.
My heart, like a can of beer that you drink and finally we give no thought to kick me mad head.
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