DU reitest dich gauch gerade mächtig in was rein, mein wehrter Herr Lunos. F|
Doch, wird es. Gerade heute. Mein letzter Tag in Freiheit.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
So, jetzt kann ich wieder lieb sein. x,3
*schnurr*
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
...was heißt hier endlich? 3,:
Ich kann auch ganz schnell wieder böse werden.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Achso? In was für einer kurzen Zeit war ich nochmal 14 mal zu dir böse? 4 Stunden? :,3
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Eigentlich hattest du 15x gezählt, aber einmal konnte ich meine Bosheit ja durch Liebsein negieren. ♥
Das muss ich jetzt nur nich 14. schaffen, dann bin ich frei und kann mich meiner wahren, bösen Neigung hingeben. >3
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"And that, my friends, is... my... story." - "Guess what? The story continues."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."