Im not detested by you, i hope.
Make me fat, i dont care.
I'd stay ill all my life,
so you could take care of me.
I wana run away,
with you.
Nothing matters anymore.
But im sorry,
i still love you so..
ohh so much!
i'd like a time machine, please?
posted by becks at 8:07 PM
Thursday, November 6, 2008