How can some people be so frustrated? How can they spoil my perfect 8th of March with such insignificat filth, gratuitous anger driven by I have no idea what. I just can't believe that time, supposedly with the capacity to erase everything, to heal or whatever, didn't do anything in this aspect. My first reaction at the sight of what I'm talking about was a mixture of the juiciest profanities I know and shock. I was shocked, terrified, confused as to the reasons that led to such an eruption of rage. To think I spent almost an entire day with this person, and thought we had so many things in common. How hyped I was about it, how I was already imagining it the awkward yet tight friendship and everything. Good grief, I was wrong! I'm still in awe, three days after the sickening discovery, and I still can't understand why.
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