It is 1:24 AM
And I am going to do the impossible.
And I am going to do the impossible.
These thoughts played like DVD idle screen, but the true matter of fact is I am too impotent to sound it out into words. It's like a god turning a blind eye to his wretched kingdomYou finally have the ability to understand my casual thoughts.
Treat them well, they've been through a lot (my 4 incher)Also, I got some missed calls from your ex. What should I do?