it's all about me.
something delirious. three men in one head at the same time.
i wanna tell you a secret that i think abouth him on the letter P every day.
and you really know that i talk about him on the letter M all day and night and wanna see him every minute so fucking bad that it makes me feel like hating myself for this acquaintance.
i feel comfort with him on the letter V so that i don't wanna him to be my boyfriend.
i feel stupid and making some strange mistakes. but there's nothing to do with this holy shit.
i can't but sit and wait for some miracle. and i feel that it's already somewhere around me.