The strong is the exploitation of the weak, and under the conservation of luck, your presence makes me suddenly unfortunate, dear Feyama.
Then what can I do.
I can only try my best to get close, to see you stand alone, to separate all the desserts from India, and to be three feet away from me. All I can do is make myself obsessed with you to appear less jealous, make myself pitiful, and make others hate you before they see the good in you. With this remnant.
I'm going to tell you.
All the so-called thoughtful good things I did to this girl on the swim team were for myself. I say their happiness is my greatest honor, I say they are my girls, these lies make no sense. The most important person is only me, I long for the love and attention of the whole world, as long as I don't get hurt, I can do my best. Terrible is the disgust against my personality, I can't blame my parents, my childhood, or God, and once I say this, no one will listen sincerely. I am the root of everything, and the excuse of time has no credibility.
I am a hypocritical weak, destroying you is my greatest luck in this life.
And that's why, dear Feyama, I love you.
View more about Cracks reviews
