another day again but i thought of something. why did i wrote you letters and poems? why did i make this book just for you? you know what, this is quite absurd. i am being desperate and that is just not right. why did i do this thing? i have so many questions in mind right now and i cant even think right. i am a busy person you see but i still have time to publish a book just for a man who ruined me. this is really absurd. i awoke from that fairy-taled dream now and this (i can only say) is bullsht.
live your life the way you want to because i don't care now. i'm a freakin' gemini, why would i let myself beg for a taurus?
no more seulment vous.