[I'm having an old friend for dinner...] People kill. Some for things that their victims have done, some, however, for reasons arisen from themselves. Their cravings, their sexual desires, their anger or grief. The second kind, are almost always the trickier.
好伤感好无望现实就是现实没有那么多的美好女伴的话她不肯相信要自己去证实不见棺材不掉泪想着他是有理由有原因也是可原谅的可最后女伴自杀了那一纸离婚书说明了一切...最后她还剩下什么了连全心陪伴的女伴都没有了不要太奢望帮自己儿子打出来行吗是你的自然会找到你而不是你的求也没有用love is a spark lost in the dark, too soon too soon. i feel wherever i go, it is late, everything ends.