You told me sad stories about your childhood when we were in your bed. Who could imagine we fit in that tiny one. You hate your work. I couldn't help you. You always choose the wrong movies and I just smiled. I can't blame you about that. The worst authors and the worst knowledge I ever seen in months.

Your blood it's as sticky as mine. Your heart is a little one. Your reflexes are exagerated as mines. If I was your doctor I will have give you some medicine. First so you heart can beat faster and stronger. Then I will you give some so you can cry. I guarantee that headache will be gone.

So I'm pretty and inteligent. Everyone should be aroused because of that. I don't believe such thing. Who cares if I can memorize every medicine or pathology? A computer can make that honey why don't you fall in love with it? No darling. I'm a girl who can learn easily and has good genes for being tall, fat, big eyes, little mouth, nice hips and breasts, lines in her hands. I'm a bunch of proteins, carbs and fats. But, I'm not what you expected. Sorry, I cannot blame you. You can blame yourself.