Je ne me prétend pas écrivain, loin de là, bien que ce soit un rêve.

Monday, April 20, 2015. Finally, it was here. The ceiling sky attempted to assure me that I was fine, and everything was normal. A large print of treetops was displayed overhead, similar to the trees I looked up at while lying on a yellow and white checked blanket in Central Park with my last boyfriend. But suddenly I was scared. And I hated that there was no one to hold my hand through all of. After boxing in my head, and covering my gowned body with a blan.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! .

Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre. Moi en nouvel tape pose lol.