I won't do it.

In a flash I find myself reading the lines, its handwriting, that letter inclined to the right catches me in reading.

I grew up believing for a long time that the people I loved gave me a little bit of the same way, love. It is ridiculous, stupidly pathetic to eat the story, the fantasy of being loved, especially when you receive that affection, and you don't know that it is only based on hypocrisy.

They said that if I had a little gratitude for them I would do my part to be bett