For some reason I completely stupid just begun to clean up his room, probably to emulate what stundenlangnur worthwhile than to sit here.
When she had then for the third time already knocked on the door since I'm sitting here, I have decided to Open the assumption it would be the same friend as before. but a friend who was worried about me. When he was asked what's wrong I just say that I feel not so good and then I wanted to spoil anyone's mood, he has simply set for a while with me and talked to me and somehow it was good. As I have not endured and had to go to the bathroom, we went went out of the room, he's down and I went shortly afterwards and in my bathroom without getting a look into the living room. When I went back I have just met then-called friend who was happy to see me. I just still talking briefly with her friend and then looked into the living room where only a drunk guy with his buddy rumsaß. She said then the others would be out in the billiard-scales. So I just went out with a lot again, he was with a few mates on the back of the room, he saw that I got in because the others have already called my name from afar. He has honored me not look so suspicious and he was back with a few people and I knew he already smokes pot.
He who has meant that he smokes pot one probably 2-3 times a year, it's not so exhausted and called me a drug victim because I used exaggerated Sun Exactly the smokes pot now for the second time in two weeks. I'm so pissed. He does it only have a reason to shoot him, he is likely always drunk. So beautiful that I was not otherwise withstand.
Such a asshole. The second room key is inserted from the inside of the locked door. And I stay here so long to get in, he tried. Although he probably will not do. I trust him to that he was simply placed in my room because he is so ready.
I emulate the extreme desire which I have very often, is likely to lie in my wavering mind but it's me then so was able to give a shit and later I ask myself how I like that.
His cell phone is here.
I could delete my sms and the picture of me.
I could quote the papers, I love you 'might tear. I could
the frame, the photos and the image with the 'I love you' throw me in the trash or hide.
I could collect all my stuff here and put them in my room.
But I know that if I do that, then I broke something that looks final.
And I know exactly how much I love him and I do not want him to leave me. But already it feels like just the same. Whether he would have left me. As if we did not last even roommates.
Why must it always be so?
Bella.
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