Je fais partie de cette génération ratée. Repeindre ma chambre en vert. Et te prendre en photo. Jeter tout par les fenêtres.

His self-appointed task was to speak for the men in his care, to show the Pity of War , which he also expressed in vivid letters home.

Upgrade to paid account! Cos Someones gotta be an ass. But someones gotta do it. Caught some seriously strong flu bug and prolly spread it to the whole family haha. to make things worse tmrw im on duty SIGH! Miley Cyrus song just ROCKS. Lol I realize that my life is filled with this little fads and sparks of interest that BOOM! And there goes my memories.

Poetry, Creative Writing and Reviews. The clock struck half-seven, half-asleep he slips the key into the lock. Resenting the retrenchment of his evening as his boss was off and sick. His letters on the floor he sleepily picks them up, aimlessly throws them. Upon his desk and slumps into his chair, creasing his cheap grey suit. The worker inspects his fine cr.