I need some endorsement. for a girl that needs to be taught a lesson, I am fierce and spiky. It never happens to others but me. If i had the power I would drag you, my penpal, into sexual favours and fairground rides, and we would scream, oh yes, until our entrails will spill and touch our both here wrists. I need an establishment, though no concrete building could ever hold me in, a slight pressure from my inside and the windows all burst. through computer lessons, I gain power. I am a whore for my ulcer-tumor needs and I do need the money bad to buy me credibility.

-AS I conceal myself I hope to gain one thing not more not less.- I want a heart to contain me I want a tub big enough for my feet I want a necklace with a silver heart in which I shall fit.