I have no idea how to put this. You see, I have this story in my mind and it’s been there since forever. The story is about this girl. This girl who doesn’t quite know how to
Der beste Weg um alles zu beginnen ist dir zu sagen, dass ich kein freak bin.
Ob wohl vieles geschehen ist, bin ich kein freak. Klar habe ich
mich verändert aber das konnte man nicht verhindern.
I hurried up the hill Torture, which wasn’t any normal hill: there weren’t any trees nor grass, the clouds had a slight purple shade and even if the sun was up, it looked dark and gloomy. On the top, I literally turned to stone by the sight I was viewing.
