Dear to you,
I don't know how it feels like to be something else that I wanted to be. Seventeen years.It was full of dreams, mediocrity and maybe( I'm sorry to tell you) damnation. Its all that I got and how I wish to read some romance books, talk to lovely people and enjoy the sunglasses and spectacles into something beautiful and how I need to changed a thing that I know I can't changed. Maybe.Somehow.Yet out of nowhere, there is peace to be found bountiful in the setting sun, I believe. I was thinking about that. Its little possibility, you name it,and it matter even through the severe advances of circumstances accompanied me.Yes.As always was, it was just so a hidden. I need it.
Let me begin you a story. Maybe you had heard it a few times and you do, I dont know.
