Well, well, well

Gargamel's attacking!

Shut the eff up. Well, it seems nicer if i speak nicer and I definitely in a no knowledge of what is really going on with me. Cellphone's gone. That thing's gone and being humiliated for hundred times within this one short week giving me a sense of suicidal (No, I would not) but you know things are going tender in whimsical way, much more telling that everything is not the same as before. Let us make things go easier k

What the heck is wrong with me? No, it actually means that, what are the mistakes I've done? (Well actually, things are easy. I'm the one who make it hard) Things are literally not easy. It was actually a problem of mine, and I don't know how to cope with all those shwertsz.

Bye, goodnight.