You want me to choose to pretend. Look, how weak are we till today. Right, your words count.
Not only me. Even you, even you have the capacity to trigger my tearducts after all this while. Your words hit like bricks on me.
Goodbye, friend.
THE GIRL
JOSSY Twenty June Student in Mass Communications
JOSSY
-Perfection; Her anti drug.
HER SAYS
She adores karma and fairytales. A prince in shiny armor.Her sunshine, her love. Her EUGENE. Love is not singular except in syllable' Like all dreamers, she confuses disenchantment with the truth. Its in the hearts and mind ofYOU and I.Baby, lead the way.