"English, French, German, Spanish, um, a little Russian, and a little Chinese."
"You can speak ALL those languages?"
"Yea."
"And how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"English, French, German, Spanish, um, a little Russian, and a little Chinese."
"You can speak ALL those languages?"
"Yea."
"And how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Do you like her?"
"Yea," I nodded. "Yea, I think I do."
"That's great! But what about the long distance thing?"
"Sigh… I don't know. I guess the situation may not be in my favor this time."
Guilt is a horrible feeling.
Your tongue tastes like stale milk. Your stomach feels like an empty paint bucket. And the rest of you is just… Yuck.
Imagine for a moment that you have a paper to write. You have only three more days to begin and complete it because you've left it to the Last Minute.
I still can't help thinking, "Ohmigosh there's no one driving that car!" whenever I see a car drive by on the street.
But duh, I keep forgetting that I'm in London now.