Im gonna bet with all my heart for you.
Because I cant help thinking of you.
Life is not just what you see, but the way you see it.
17 but soon 18.
We were born. We will die.
My life could be described with just two words: madness and excess.
Hey ;)
I could tell you my whole life.
I could annoy you with my non-sense lovestories.
I could bore you with each letter.
But I just could.
Does that really mean anything?
