The world is not divided into good people and Death Eaters...
It's been almost a month but I still cry sometimes. I don't like anyone else, I can't fall in love. Nothing brings any happiness into my life. I miss him, I need to hug him, I need to lay my head on his chest and cry myself out into his armpit. I don't need anything else. It makes me so miserable. I am ashamed of myself.
у вас с Аней Д одна и та же фигня...
ХЛОЯ_НЕВМЕНЯЕМАЯ что значит переключайся, мне же не 15 лет, прошло слишком мало времени