Living in this life of indulgence and extravagance, it was the first time that I knew how happy it was to be drunk and dreamy, and it was also the first time that I knew that feelings were not under my control. I wanted to control my feelings, but things were no longer under my control. I wanted to give up on a relationship, but I was already addicted to it without knowing it. I wanted to go crazy again.
You are among my best friends, but I am only your casual acquaintance. Every time we quarrel, I carefully apologize and ask for your forgiveness. So in this case, please don't contact me, but why am I still sad in the end.
I don't have to have a boyfriend, but I must have a girlfriend. I'm such a wanderer. I've slept with countless people. Do you mind? If you mind, just don't talk about it.
I said I wanted to break up. Do you know how many painful tortures I had to go through before I came up with the idea?