He say "i want to know your hobby" I said i love writings "Sounds awesome" He take a look of my spilled ink Then said "I like the fact that you're love writings but- -i don't like the way you spell your words about something" fucking hurts so much it feels like i don't belong with him when i heard those things comes out from his mouth and i said in my heart so loud "I love you but sorry I love writings fucking more and more than you"
i can live with or without you but i will dying if i live without paper and ink (true story of mine)











