Am, not just Mother’s little jacket, like me, is that the layer of cotton, your chest, lungs warm heart warm to doing your cotton jacket.Not a good long time to write diary. It used to used to put their feelings expressed in words. Then gradually the practice of using mouth to tell. And then later, to no one can say,
I went back to the origin. They are the only full the emotional words will not leave me, let my feelings be released. very bad mood today, are complex. feelings, life, work a lot … a lot, so my brain suddenly collapsed. in fact have nothing to think about good sad. because sadness is not the same after living in
Haohao De Mody. Very often, what should get the point altogether. is not necessary to get the scars themselves relinquish it .. I was in torment or torture their own people ..? muddle their way to what is now, can be a difficult journey. struggling to seek the wrong side of the round, each step is heavy. I am not

Mall, you buy a piece cardigan thermal underwear. Solutions for your clothes, you actually blushed, muttered: "I come, I come." I laughed Sai you: "coma, your Why do not themselves? Day than I give you some tea and bottled water ? serve you food and drink Lazard’s? woke up, began to pay attention to it? "I wear underwear to your
Neat, leveled, and gave a thick arms fasten your coat, put on tiger skin hat, even my red Wool scarves also give you a collar around the outside. You said: "This time, can not be cold. Especially inside the warm clothing, close to the body, like a cotton jacket, like, extremely warm."How not? At that time, I was too girl,
You want to leave my life was in danger, you resolutely refused to use my jacket wrapped, dripping with waistdeep floods send me to a big hospital. You always say, boys and girls alike. Today, we changed one, you worried that it had: a daughter;, how to take care of an elderly man? Now, you learned that the measure! I