Just like that.

Today, I finally, made my decision. For a full confidence, I did make-up, dressed up in all black and elegant (lady-vamp style). Check it out, baby! Everything is perfectly fine, even the pinky on my feet. You won't find a single flaw with your hungry look. And this perfection gives me a right to say anything I want, convince in my doubtless rightness. And, in my whole image there is a magic mystery that will …

…very hurt. Nice! It's better for him that he doesn't know who I am. Good guys are not supposed to be with those like me. I am washing my face, put on a warm black pyjamas and get my cell phone under the pillow. "Should I answer?..." With a speed of light pasts a possible scenario of s conversation: tears, sobs, confessions, again tears, promises... -Hell no, -I tell myself sleepy. -I am like that...