I'm a big girl now.
I'd like to be a hobo.
my life's a heartache.
Oh baby. That will not yet.
"I am not a" matter of taste. "I give away neither my time nor my heart nor my good will."
What if it is the determination of some people to be unhappy? Maybe it has to be some who support the plan all the grief.
Perhaps it would be good not to know some truths.
Sometimes I forget that you are only human.
I'm the girl with the wallpaper poems.
I am the girl with the caramels.
I am the girl with the writing on the hand.
I am a girl mourning.
I am a girl longing.
I am a troubled girl.
I am a girl june.
I am a foreign body.
I am an excellently camouflaged inferiority complex.
I'm so shy at times that I probably WOULD arrogant.
You do not see me.
Sometimes I have to turn up the music so loud that I take my beating heart only hear the beat of the song.
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