I hate him, no, is she. She took away my best friend, my best friend, though, I again had my friend come back strong, but we have a gap, I have a deep heart wounds from an accident.
That was an accident, not an accident. Time away from home - her organization. Playing time in the toilet, me and my best friend that organization, she participated in, resulting in a runaway accident.
I still hate her, forever……
Another day, I saw her, she looks to me retching a few times. I have pain, I thought of that accident.
I thought - I saw him.
My throat and locked, and I know that my heart has dried up.
I do not puppy love, but do not like him because he is my father. Perhaps this is not unusual, my father my father, nothing of.
My father thought I frowned, because he saw my best friend and my shoulders draped side by side out … …
Because of her, she organized this accident, my dad was my best friend that is a bad girl.
I hate her … …