I am desperate person. And that's why I have high level of self-control. Pretty much it wouldn't work for a moment,
Im so sick of these people I hope they can go stand at the corner think about life
The only thing that promising in reality : Death. At the end of the road we all meet them.
If life everything is about fun, so I asked : How fun is death?
I could cry when he breaks down.
So hard to hold the grudge when you realize he was being played.
Don't play his heart you two-sided cunning bitch.
Im so attractive that stray cat keeps coming into my house well yolo welcome here's your free food