nerve of me goes as I think of him. I'm trying hard not to blaspheme at the moment, because I know that it will not help. Uses the first better opportunity to take a bite. And what about two months ago, I can not fucking seventeen of those years? I did not and now also I do not. I can not look at him, suppressing the anger in me only. I do not even sad, I do not take it personally. I'm just furious. Rozwaliłabym something now, banging on the wall with abandon, she screamed with all my strength. Even I do not know why he keeps me with you.
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