Und ich vermisse ihn wahnsinnig und drehe bald durch. Er bricht mir das Herz, ohne irgendetwas zu machen. Es ist grausam.Freitag, 24. Juli 2009
I still have no idea what to think about him. No. And no plan what to do.
I just know, that my heart beats faster every time he writes me. That there is the strange hurt when he talks to other girls and this look. His blue eyes. And me blushing. Desperately.
I guess I am in love. Again it's him.
Worst kind.Montag, 24. August 2009
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