is fucking awesome.
The cloth is now with the wind. It can fly far off to another place, or the wind can simply direct it back to you. Maybe somebody already caught it.
This is why I wish I understood your train of thought. Maybe then could this be saved... or maybe this is fate?
My name is Jen, and I'm a heartbroken teenagerEDIT: I understand now, and I will gladly wait for you for as long as it takes. Good luck :)fuck it, giving up is what i'm good at and give up I shall. Cause in the end, life is a bitch, and mine is fucked like one :D