i was 10 when i met kyle as soon as i looked into his eyes i felt something it was weird and i didnt know what the feeling was and the مزید time we spent together the مزید i felt that way when i hit the age of 12 him and me shared our first kiss it was like nothing i had ever felt before it was amazing. we stayed together for 4 years and on the 4th anerversary my world fell apart
i was on my way round to see him walking across the سٹریٹ, گلی and i couldnt see any cars so i thought it was محفوظ to پار, صلیب
heya i needed some one to tell so today is mine and kyles anerversary and it would of been our...
I stand infront of the mirror, Is that really me? Am I realy that hideous? I realy wonder what people see in me.
I walk back and forth, My eyes tracing up and down, It makes me want to throw up at the sight.
Does he loves me, he realy does. But i cant see why? I سوئنگ, جھول my wrist at the mirror, I watch the tiny pieces of glass floating down the ground, The reflection is long gone.
The horrors still fixed in my mind. Those horroible baby blue eyes staring back at me, The anger rises, I can see them still, Still shining, glisting through the shreds of glass. On the floor. It kill me to see.