They say life is not a bed of roses....they? People, of course. People. people, people...people are just so opinionated. Why can they not let everyone be in their own worlds where nothing can haunt them as dismally as people themselves? Well, all of that is a matter of concern for all those who actually suffer. I was...well, I was awesome! I had all I ever wanted! I had a mansion for a home (given the fact that my father was the Count of York, thank you very much:)), I had heaps and piles of currency and none of the Dollar crap; I had pure, powerful Pounds. And to top it all, I had the perfect lover, too;)
I had fun in the first quarter of my journey till I completed half of that quarter. To date, I rue the day I turned twenty six....but, more on that later!
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