It hurts. It hurts. It really hurts.
I've been trying to indulge myself in drawing and painting postcards. I spent all my energy on translating a fantasized dream onto a piece of cardboard, creating a life in an alternative way.
I really don't want to care about your adventures. I really don't want to hear about your ups and downs. I really don't want to know about your dates and bedmates and whoever.
Leave me alone. Can't you see I have suffer enough already?
2010/05/05
I've been trying to indulge myself in drawing and painting postcards. I spent all my energy on translating a fantasized dream onto a piece of cardboard, creating a life in an alternative way.
I really don't want to care about your adventures. I really don't want to hear about your ups and downs. I really don't want to know about your dates and bedmates and whoever.
Leave me alone. Can't you see I have suffer enough already?
2010/05/05
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