Oh, man. This will be an affair to remember.
No Conffessions from this shattered soul.
You will always be my beloved honey bee. Of that i m sure.
I went to work, and my fucking Notebook, my love, my precious, died on me.
Oh, woe is me! I'm in paiiinnn! Muahahaha! At least I'm crying over a notebook. Some people cry over even lesser shit. Like being alive. And being around other people...