Yeah! Right! Heat starts coming out offa sudden. But! Being a celebrity without a role doesn't help much! Social networking, and? Just gorgeous, what else? Good a friends company, talking together, once more! Hands ride scandals lately, blaming slutty behavior offa good people!

Tell me! I wanna know everything, about this kinda relationship ideal... Having sex with him? No way that type o' dude! She wouldn't do it, I tell you! Turned on, wanna try romances popularity, not wasting all the time ABCs! Daring it!

Girlie behaved, he came to me, say what, a moment US. A real thing now, a woman of romances S2. Photos, likes, photos, comments. Just bad, no remote idea. Finding someone better, so stupid, you see that thing? Wow!

Yes! Love as a pretext for fiction, ain't it funny? Wondering why I need it! My stickers, hearts, kisses, notes! In love I think. Talking sex with Sue! A photo-dick hidden in pages, not telling anyone I like it, right? Teachers also get pregnant, without sex.

They were doing it, because he tried. Understanding problems. Until another, getting frustrated each other. B.C.? And me, nothing? Nothing of nothing? It's not important! The way he treats me, opening doors, asking if. We were chatting the other day. He's in love with me, I think! But is he my kind? And what if I wanna divorce? Have sex with condoms?

People getting damn jealous, in the room of stupids. Saying no! Not this kinda girl! With him! He's stupid, really a boyfriend. You see that? I know how to keep a man! A man? A woman, you think so? Playing house, with a real boyfriend men anyone! Wanting only sex with a woman, because I understand men, really.

A real men, my kinda wishes? Trying to make it in, so nice and slow summer nights, good body shapes already. Just for his pride, his status with other chicks. ( I love it, yes, not sentimental ). You see I wrote this thing! I don't like it at all, but do they like me? I'm kinda special, perhaps? Different, dedicated, talented. Nice and popular, on memories of fun. 

My friends silly, and I be doing my style, because I'm smart. But that's just gossip. No way doing it really, because of reputations, irresistance, tryouts. Sex proposals, walk arounds. Gifts? Had sex last week and don't remember his name! Whatta shame on me! Playing couples in public, so they looked scared, when he was trying me at the chairs.

Kisses, love, gossip? Nice doings tonight, well-behaved. Missing him love songs. Maybe I get a husband one day. Who knows his role. Nice dude, making me funs, satisfying my wishes. Going out, saying goodbye! He bragging about me, he has a girlfriend, whatta girlfriend, what does he say, what does he do?

Ah! That chick is ridiculous, why d'you refuse seeing it! I wannit mine! His. Complicated chick. Empty-minded, out of the facts. Out of reality. In studies, tasks, compromises. With no time for togetherings. Just colorful pens, glitter, writing signatures. Wanting love and understanding. Playing girlie being worldly. Cosmic. Wondering if not him, another! Maybe another girl!

And maybe one day you get yours, for a while. Many many more, the way you like it, not being alone! Teaching wisdoms! Like I know what it is, had a lot of it and you don't! Bills a month!