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Man love sucks.
I did a french exchange with my school...Nothing Special...
But then the cruel sod that is fate plunges a tainted (and very pointy) blade of anguish right into my left ventricle, then attaches the blade to the axle of shumackers f1 car.
I fell in love with a french girl. I dont know why, or how, but man i love her...No hollywood cliches like "Oh Karl"..."Oh Clementine"....None of that crap.
This sucks because, without her around i am depressed, while she was here i could look at her and smile...Purely for her being her. When i was with her i was relieved of this adolescent depression she was my retribution of all things melancholic.
And then she had to go back to France. Now i have to live with the blindingly hopless yearning to be with her. Knowing constantly that she will never be mine.
Is this divine retribution for a sin in a life past?
Someone else will see in her what i saw and they will take her away from me and there is nothing i can do about it. The probability of me ever seeing her again is existent as Elton "simba" John's beloved wife. I dont need this...Im 14
With the dice of fate...I got snake eyes.
I am bound by the velvet thumbscrews of compassion.
"Nuuuuuuuuh" ( weak cry of feebality)
As i said before...Love sucks
Tramp wars... COMMENCE!
Your last thread was closed for a reason.