She still doesn't say how she feels.
Even after her mum died.
Even after the months after.
Even after the birth of her niece and nephew.
It's her diary, but it's got nothing about her.
And if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field ... More
She still doesn't say how she feels.
Even after her mum died.
Even after the months after.
Even after the birth of her niece and nephew.
It's her diary, but it's got nothing about her.