12-05-2011, 01:21 PM
I am the same JS, honestly, I don't know why I continue to do so, but every time I rwad one of these stories it breaks my heart a little bit more.
The poor child, she thought her daddy loved her and then he tosses over a bridge stuck in her seat... that poor child, I know what you mean
The poor child, she thought her daddy loved her and then he tosses over a bridge stuck in her seat... that poor child, I know what you mean
The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.