This is my personal "hiding place" where I can talk about my feelings and thoughts freely; the perfect corner where I can give life to my daydreams and complain about my reality; an escape to share my kind of crazy and keep my sanity. I love words that rhyme and that is not a crime. This is a mixture of darkness, butterflies and confetti. If you're still reading this then it's working so go ahead and enjoy the rest of it. -C
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Who is Richer?
Agree or not?
Inside a provincial bus, there is always a silent competition of who is richer, you or your seatmate. -C
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