Я слышу голос, и он говорит мне: «Дойди до Рая!» (c)
5 more days and the hell will be over! Hopefully....
But I am good in making up my own hell. I see hope and regret in his texts. And... I almost hate it because I can't do it again. Do it to myself, my green card, Keith, friends. I miss him but it shouldnt matter.
For New Years I wish that my brain will win over my naive heart.
But I am good in making up my own hell. I see hope and regret in his texts. And... I almost hate it because I can't do it again. Do it to myself, my green card, Keith, friends. I miss him but it shouldnt matter.
For New Years I wish that my brain will win over my naive heart.