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:’’C me gustaría que este bebo no quede en el abandono, ya hace un año que lo cree y me estaba olvidando lo hermoso que es <3
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-2019-
:’’C me gustaría que este bebo no quede en el abandono, ya hace un año que lo cree y me estaba olvidando lo hermoso que es <3
Dear Daniel,
I'm tired.
I don't know if you know, but I don't pray to God. I pray to you. I don't even pray, it's more of making wishes.
Did you ever think that some wishes are greater than others? A wish upon a shooting star is much more greater than a wish made on a coin tossed into a well. A wish made before blowing out the birthday candles is greater than a wish made on a fallen eyelash. Isaac and I concluded that rarity makes wishes, for lack of a better word, great. Which means that the rarity all depends on the person, much like everything else.
People pray to God when they want something, right? When something is going wrong? I ended my relationship with God (temporarily? I don't know) because I didn't want to be a person who asked for things when I didn't even give thanks for what I was given. Why didn't I just start thanking God? Because of reasons.
So, I began to ask you for better times because I think someone like you is rare, plus we're family, and family helps each other out. It just seemed okay to ask you. I know it's selfish that I ask for things that will make myself happy, but kjefnkjwbfqhjqbfgjhqg.. everyone is STRESSED OUT. I don't like thinking about my mom and dad, they're old and tired but they can't rest.
I don't even know if you can hear me out. I like to believe that there's a heaven to bring me peace, knowing you're there, but I could be talking to myself right now. That idea pisses me off. Being 19, I realize that 21 is young. What the fuck? God has a nice plan for us, huh?
2007 was the year I cried. 2008 was the year I tried. 2009 was a transition. 2010 was MY year. 2011 was a rise. 2012 was the year I cried again. 2013, I made a wish.
Your sister, Debbie P.S. Is wish another word for hope?
終点 -end point- (Final boss) -- Blue Wish Resurrection By: Cyber-Rainforce