RIP VT
One hour has passed since my appointment with the cosmetologist, my face still hurts really bad, and now, to make things worse, I'm crying. Call me weepy or a pussy or whatever you can think of - I just can't help it.
I- I can't believe in it. He can't have died, it- it's just unfair. He's fascinated me since I was a little girl, and now he is no more.
He was.. what, eighty? Eighty-one?
I- I can't believe in it. He can't have died, it- it's just unfair. He's fascinated me since I was a little girl, and now he is no more.
He was.. what, eighty? Eighty-one?