chicaeclectica @ 2009-12-19T16: 21:00
The house we live in is fifty square meters.
I complain a lot, things are often not as I would like. I spoke, I think too much. I'm unbearable. We spent nearly every hour of our time together and I always think, when we parted a few days, that we will be good . But I can not, as a jerk, like a child on the first day of kindergarten, as a military girlfriend goes to war, as a mother of a child to be to study abroad, like a dog in the Gallery or a bird with the light off, get fucking sad when we parted.
now I seem fifty thousand.
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