I was 15. I was 15 when I met you and I was mesmerized. I obviously was going through a tough time with a shit home life, and you were 18 and handsome and charming and everyone warned me. You’re crazy. I thought it was the cute kind of crazy that I could handle. Then
Sorry S had to knock you out of contacts everywhere. It is very hard to see updates from you or any of our common friends, as every update is like scratching an healing wound. Although i try not to take a peek at your profile, i happened to stumble upon an old family pic of
Because the individual will perceive an event uniquely based on how previous experiences influence their thoughts of time presently. Retrospectively our thoughts will also transpose information processed during other experiences both shared and individual to analyze and understand the self as it was in contrast to the self as it is. As an artist I
waiting for something not knowing how long is so painful. Related Post What sort of voodoo did you do? un-btch, btch Friend in need or friend indeed?
The hell I see in her eyes That she cannot hide There is nothing sexier Related Post It’s 4 am Sometimes I have no reason to think the way I do
Dear 30 year old Martin N. As I write this, am in my final year in Campus and just hit the 22 year old milestone. I’ll be graduating next year (argh) too soon attempting to find a job(double argh). So I have decided to type this letter to myself in 8 years time, while I’ll