i hate the fact that i love bums, i hate the fact that i visit escorts , i hate the fact im replying to this thread, i hate the fact that the first thing on my mind every morning is a pretty girl sitting on my face.
and my hair grows to fast,
mam mammy mam mam mam mammy
I hate that I have a memory like a sieve, I watch a movie, then the next day can't remember it, can't remember where I put things etc
what was this thread about again?
I am quite cold, hide my emotions even from myself.
I can't drive past the Trafford Centre without stopping.
I tend to ignore my problems in the vain hope they will just disappear.
benin (30-11-10)