Magnum Condoms Vs Regular

I always had a secret diary. To tell myself, and to be closer to re-read and amazed at how change over time. One of the things I do best is this: I change all the time. They are never the same as the previous day. I feel the pressing need to select and edit all the time, details and to arrange, to regulate themselves until they decide to stop and start over. And do not talk about hair or shoes, but to me in general. I fixed on something and do so in a manner and to have her, then reached when it loses value. And continued. How much time will pass before getting tired yet? Before sick of this LJ? Of fanfiction? I still can not see me in a couple of years, except now, but I'm sure that will happen inevitably. No more butterflies, or sunflowers, or Gone with the Wind, nor shoes, nor sea. And even more stories to tell. This new title is what most represents me now. Things I'll never say , because if spoken aloud, they would lose value and cease to exist.