Ok well... I love you cos your avatar is really pretty, you like Nightmare Before Xmas, I can relate -- terribly so -- to your current stage of recovery and because I get the feeling (I don't know why) that you need someone to believe in you; believe that you can stop. I believe that ^^
<3
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Oh, and because you joined the same month as me :DDD
<3
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
I love you because your avatar is awesome -- Zombies Ahead, fwee ^^ -- and because you love Being Human. I LOVE BEING HUMAN, I MISS IT SO MUCH... ^w^
<3
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
I love you for liking Yiruma and The Notebook -- also, in your profile you are honest about your problems and that takes guts (:
Your sig is also pretty awesome ^^
<3
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
I love you cos you're being productive just like I should be... xD
<3
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
