virginiawang
09-16-2011, 03:37 PM
A good phone has a really beautiful heart.
Here I want to draw the best wishes from all my readers to give me the best luck I've ever had in my life, and to launch me onto a path of stars. I love stars. Stars are beautiful in that they give off white shiny, little sparks. I love stars.
To be honest, I've been really worried to the point that I cursed randomly and wrote extremely short sentences here that disappeared in an instant, when my computer shut off itself. Words failed me. I am worried, but I believe in a beautiful heart, which I believe will give off power in an instant.
Perhaps my phone is also a good one. He is still the phone I always knew. I believe that he is. He is.
I believe in a good phone, because he has a really beautiful heart.
I believe I cannot walk into marriage because.....I do not have words, nor ideas, nothing.
I believe in miracles, stars, and rainbows. The beauty of a heart will really create miracles for me and lead me out of danger and ill. The reason that it will is because it is so beautiful.
Perhaps I didn't fully understand how things stood that I fumed my anger randomly? My phone escaped my knowledge for quite some time, but it made me so sad when I said the above which I shouldn't have said. Thinking of a face that I always directed my glance upon, a face on a leaf that has been torn off from a volume, thinking of the face that portrays anger and sadness, I am also sad, sad. I came to the conclusion that I must believe in him. I believe he is good. I must believe in him. Yes, I must. We used to say I do not have a head. Since I do not have a head, it is truly unnecessary for me to think. Yes, when I envisaged his face, I was finally persuaded that I must believe him.
Here I want to draw the best wishes from all my readers to give me the best luck I've ever had in my life, and to launch me onto a path of stars. I love stars. Stars are beautiful in that they give off white shiny, little sparks. I love stars.
To be honest, I've been really worried to the point that I cursed randomly and wrote extremely short sentences here that disappeared in an instant, when my computer shut off itself. Words failed me. I am worried, but I believe in a beautiful heart, which I believe will give off power in an instant.
Perhaps my phone is also a good one. He is still the phone I always knew. I believe that he is. He is.
I believe in a good phone, because he has a really beautiful heart.
I believe I cannot walk into marriage because.....I do not have words, nor ideas, nothing.
I believe in miracles, stars, and rainbows. The beauty of a heart will really create miracles for me and lead me out of danger and ill. The reason that it will is because it is so beautiful.
Perhaps I didn't fully understand how things stood that I fumed my anger randomly? My phone escaped my knowledge for quite some time, but it made me so sad when I said the above which I shouldn't have said. Thinking of a face that I always directed my glance upon, a face on a leaf that has been torn off from a volume, thinking of the face that portrays anger and sadness, I am also sad, sad. I came to the conclusion that I must believe in him. I believe he is good. I must believe in him. Yes, I must. We used to say I do not have a head. Since I do not have a head, it is truly unnecessary for me to think. Yes, when I envisaged his face, I was finally persuaded that I must believe him.