i’m sorry i don’t talk, i know you would listen, but i’m tired, and there’s an emptiness that burns me to the bone, and a voice in me you could never hear with words.
Mu elukaaslane arvab, et pean ennast karistamatuks... Ment pidas mind kinni, sest sõitsin 70 alas 105ga, me lihtsalt vestlesime, näitasin eemalt juhilube ja mul lasti minema sõita, pole ime, et ma end nii tunnen