I'm simply mrs Cat.

You can see my clothes, but not my soul.
You know my name, but not my story.

The saddest thing is - to you this enough.

it seems to me more and more every day that the majority of surrounding heads galloped away far, far away in the field. following a young horse.

My rudeness is not cool.

I hate those people I trusted in. Whose eyes I believed, and they fucked me.

I'm good only for those who whether I like.(said)