
no one knows if Horror movies can turn out to be very romantic.romantus with the word lhoh! so.........
"let me watch a movie that doesn't start!"lamented Icha as bad."patih aja anyway then I."reply El show off."has started still ngockeh!"Silence me and this is the one word that makes us cry.
the Horror movie trailer is very romantic but, must it end tragically.I don't know what but isn't the Horror movie about ghosts or anything creepy?but this one is very unique.
"if I can't be with you, then let me be your last support."
isn't this beautiful?isn't this heartbreaking?the story of someone who can't reach the person he loves.Isn't that so heartbreaking?freaky......
"a very interesting film" said my words that made them cry again."hiks, why!is this a horror movie?but, why is it like a sad movie?"yell El annoyed."so don't run out of her droves!not even touched!"Icha responded."yes, if the film is really horror will be lacking!"regret them."Have we been embarrassed in mending us to the playground?"I began to feel embarrassed.
it's really strange about her.
(Alay \=lebay)seems..,.....
"huh,huh,huh,huh,hey! don't forget that dong!"I screamed in a gasp."are you slow?"tease Icha."basis friend is not clear already paid even menggeledekin! the milk is in the tubal water!"scorn me for it."Lay recalled I'm always behind you."El came by while patting my back."Hmmmmm, do you like Layla?"icha Goda again." not only wonder." replied El quickly."how why El!"ask me confused."do anyone want to make me confused?"El plus digress."eh Icha a crook ready?"ask me cynically.he just nodded! "okay landed where ya?"goda Icha again."maybe in......"
well and I don't want to tell all those absurd stories because they're not good at telling, right?
dear diary's.
long time I didn't write a poem.either because of trauma or what it was.Failed feeling, or maybe doubt and fear?is this what people call a phobia?but there can't be a phobia of writing!?ahhahahah!it's funny, though,it's not good to laugh because I'm serious.yes it's not good.but maybe later I will try to write a novel and short story or whatever it is.and maybe or somehow I will be able to write a poem again.that beautiful word.that beautiful line.and all that beautiful in that sentence.Isn't that very dear if it stopped?but I still can not arrange this strange sense of absurd.m still can not arrange the strange questions that echo in this self.yes, still can not and I do not know when will be able to.......