She was perfect. Not in looks(hltb-mmtb). She had humour. She was funny and joyful. She was always happy. She was shorter than me. Looked like a girl from my school, which I like, but have never talked to her. And fuck, I felt truly happy for a first time in this year. I felt comfortable(though i'm very scared of people around me, something like a sociophob. Always start panicking and complexing when someone who i don't know/ more than 3 people are around me, for example I went for a pizza alone 2 days ago, and while waiting I started extremely sweating and complexing, as usually). I swear I would become what I hate just for her.
I wish the gun with which I sleep wasn't pneumatic, but real. Maybe I would get her in another life
I wish the gun with which I sleep wasn't pneumatic, but real. Maybe I would get her in another life
