Ik ben gisteren aan een nieuwe story begonnen en ik hoop dat hij in de smaak valt(:
“Oh Tommi, you can’t live on like this!” his voice didn’t sound like it always did, nice and lovely. No, this time it sound like he was confused or mad. Didn’t he like what he saw? I turned my back to him.
“Maybe I can.” I didn’t like the way he talks to me, the way he was watching me. I did know enough by the look in his eyes.
He thinks I’m fat and the worst of all is, he’s fucking right!
“Oh Tommi, you can’t live on like this!” his voice didn’t sound like it always did, nice and lovely. No, this time it sound like he was confused or mad. Didn’t he like what he saw? I turned my back to him.
“Maybe I can.” I didn’t like the way he talks to me, the way he was watching me. I did know enough by the look in his eyes.
He thinks I’m fat and the worst of all is, he’s fucking right!
*De foto is aanklikbaar.
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[ bericht aangepast op 3 juni 2011 - 12:14 ]
If you don't understand my silence, you will never understand my words.