The Story Of My Heart...

Sunday, August 02, 2009

je suis triste.
I don't know how to feel anymore.
Il me semble que nous sommes à reculons.
From what i heard.
I can foresee that there won't be an end.
Que devrais-je faire ?
Nor do i think you desire it to be.
whatever.
Let's end it sooner then.
THe world will be a happy place.

*
I made a bet.
Anad i lost it.
There goes 50 bucks.
But lucky i have my ring back.
Whatever.