magicalgloryalpaca
Standing, sitting, talking, yelling, crying, in front of the camera. talking about my life. hard? oh yeah it is. why? cause this is my life, my whole life, not really from the beginning but from where I can remember.
I remember the first day, when I firstly met him, that bad boy when all the girls were flirting with and all boys were jealous at? at least this is how he looked for me.. Real life? Nobody was talking to him and.. He didn't talk to anybody else. Else then ME. Or maybe it was only my imagination?