![]() | |
mouuu...naite yameru koto ga dekimasen... I can't speak. Even speaking is wrong. I can't stay in a room with my father for longer than three hours, two hours, even just a few minutes sometimes, or he will remember why he wishes I wasn't his daughter. At school, I'm wrong. At home, I'm wrong. Will there ever be a place where I am just...fine? Apparently, this will never be the case. I should stop speaking. But even that, in itself, is wrong...I'm sorry, I'll stop now, I just...I don't know... I'm here, now... |
Quote:
|
Now which girl wants to do things in bed with me? |
Quote:
|
Quote:
|
[Only registered and activated users can see links. Click Here To Register...] [Only registered and activated users can see links. Click Here To Register...] Which one looks nicer? Left or right? Bottom or top? [Only registered and activated users can see links. Click Here To Register...] [Only registered and activated users can see links. Click Here To Register...] |
Quote:
@Rawr right |
Quote:
|
Quote:
Quote:
|
Quote:
That, too, is wrong, isn't it?! Everyone else has their own lives, they have their own issues, their own stress, their own pain, and it's just...it's wrong for me to put any more on them...there's a lot I want to ask and say, but it would definitely, definitely cause more agony for all parties if I were to say any of it. It's no one's fault that there is something wrong with ME. I need to deal with this, but it's like I can't do a thing on my own...it's such torture...ahh, I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. I just need to cool down. I'm fine. ^^ |
| All times are GMT +9. The time now is 09:32 AM. | |
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.8
Copyright ©2000 - 2014, vBulletin Solutions, Inc.
SEO by vBSEO 3.6.0 RC 1
Copyright © 2008-2012.Ad Management plugin by RedTyger