Dear Diary,
When you're younger, you're afraid they'll leave you to rate, we don't love you.
Growing up, I realized that I had been to score, he believed that I loved her more ...
Yet, my heart still felt it, he saw only our two hearts I managed to survive life.
Not long ago, a tiny woman said to me ...
"If you knew how I hurt him to have done that, I love and yet I did, I left ...";
At the moment she had told her...
I I realized that I was so sore her absence, I loved him but yet I had left so many times ...
"If love is a drug, then I implore you ... Put me an overdose of it, put me once a dose of his love ..."
That day I could be happier ...
Photographie faite par moi .