i know where you kept them. i want to steal it all from you. i dont want it to exist. because it is worthless. you dont even read them... no, you dont even take a look at them. no... you dont touch them. or... you dont remember... where is it. forgotten? you dont know what i am talking about. i want to take them away because they are worthless!!!
no... it is because... i dont want them to be worthless...
can you feel how desperate and pathetic i sound?
i know where is it and i want to steal. but, the fact is, i have never climb in through that window.
and now... i can only lie to myself that everything is still kept there.
i am so damn pissed at myself. -grab a brick & knock forehead-