сколько глупостей и вздора написал я, нимфадора
I love being the guy that luck hates, I love to hate myself and blame the world for my mistakes, I do this to feel the suffering which keeps me afloat, and well if luck, karma or whatever gave me such a jewel as you to hold, how could I be angry at it? How will detest it? How will I hate myself?
With you near me.
