I wonder what I am doing here, why do I keep writing, why I keep trying. This wasn’t my idea but I did wanted to do it.
I don’t want to be a cliché but I think I am. I don’t even know what to write about... can’t believe I let het get me into this.
Guess I’ll just have to improvise.
miedosa! como si te faltara capacidad!
ResponderEliminarBethoveen jamas hubiera sido un buen músico si sólo se quedaba con el miedo de no saber qué tocar.