The fire burnt the paper, and out came the truth.
Or more like, I decided to burn the paper and confide.
Thank you j. Tons of love to you.
And I would really like to meet your mr nice guy. (no ulterior motives!)
And I would like to experience tequila shots.
Sometimes my mind gets so messed up over issues I wish I was wasted instead.
連れてくれない ？:)
