kairiyunaneko
I don't know how to answer this.
The canvas might be small for the picture I'll be painting, but it's big enough to show how much I love him.
sticks and stones, love. I want to ride on your stick.
My brother always smells like a cigarette. It's a smokey smell, hateful smell of cigarette. I hate people who smoke cigarette. I bet they'll all die early.
I hate doing chores. Washing dishes is the very worst chore you can think of. I don't understand why the word 'chores' is ever invented. To a lazy person like me, it's definitely not in my vocabulary.
How can write a word about given? No I cannot write something about given because I really can't. It's not a noun. It's not a word I can describe. Given is not a noun! HOW CAN I?! Tell me that! How can I? Huh? Can you write something about the word, GIVEN?
I stepped in the train as I wonder how happy I was when we were still together. As the train goes by, couples stepped in and I just looked at them and smiled how strong they are.
I am waiting at the train station, soaking wet from the rain and from crying. He told me he would come but but didn't showed up. I was lonely and I looked forlorn. I never stepped in the train station after that, not even a glance.