Everyone in this planet is special, different from others. Some people pretend to be sad to catch the attention. From the other side there are people that dont want others to know their pain. They always want to be strong. They feel that their life is a "weight" to the world. They lay in their bed and thinking why they still live. Whats the point of life if you are afraid of death every fucking day? Why fight for something, from the moment that you know that tomorrow you may cannot breath? And then you have to go out in the road and pretend that you are like the others. That you dreaming of a life full of money. A life that you can buy whatever you want. You will have a big house, an expensive car and you will go trips every weekend. It sounds amazing...but is this really what you want from your life? If your answer is yes then you totally can't understand how I feel.

il ne faut pas qu'on me voit avec lui . il gâche ma popularité. il ne faut pas qu'il m'approche ~•bad influence~• Histoire traduite d'englais 👉 en français Originaire : caroherma

Un train, tout les jours. Tu es la, devant moi. Tu me paraissait si mystérieux • Martinus Gunnarsen •

Un stage ! 2 mois ! Seulement 2 mois mais tu a réussi à me faire vivre le meilleure et le pire ! ~ Martinus Gunnarsen ~

Je ne l'aimais pas ! Il était méchant ! con! mais tout à changer .... fanfiction Marcus and Martinus