It's almost midnight again. I'm texting like crazy. To too many people. There are ruins and tears, sadness and a flower. Complicated things from my mind. And I guess there's only one person who really understands the meaning of me speaking English and the feeling behind these words.
julia.
when it's swedish , it's like : ok i'm a bit angry to the world , but when english comes...nothing really good comes with it.
VastaaPoistatiesin että ymmärtäisit (:
VastaaPoista