Welcome in what?In adult world??I know it, people which are not sirious have a lot of money and don't know what to do. Every secret told to someone it's not anymore secured, if somebody know the secret, it's not anymore secret there is possibility somebody else to know from where somebody else...It's really "OMG", the "Nerds" which most people call them do some positive things, the people which people call them cool what they do??Say jokes which are even money, but we must laugh, I didn't get the joke?It's not there the problem, the problem is that it's too stupid to get it, what do I see?I change made, a stage from not secured to not sirious... People which fight are this which are not secured, people which are soldiers and work in police don't have anything else to do so they decide this to do, but after all when you become such you sign and the contract with the DEAD...
Welcome in what?In adult world??I know it, people which are not sirious have a lot of money and don't know what to do. Every secret told to someone it's not anymore secured, if somebody know the secret, it's not anymore secret there is possibility somebody else to know from where somebody else...It's really "OMG", the "Nerds" which most people call them do some positive things, the people which people call them cool what they do??Say jokes which are even not funny, but we must laugh, (So far I I don't get the joke?...It's not there the problem, the problem is that it's too stupid to get it, what do I see?)...I see a change made, a stage from not secured to not sirious... People which fight are this which are not secured, people which are soldiers and work in police don't have anything else to do so they decide this to do, but after all when you become such you sign and the contract with the DEAD...
..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.