To my dear priest You're asking why hadn't i sent you any letters for a while hah? Well, I've simply gotten wiser. I've learned to know when people don't wanna hear me. And right now, im not in mood for listening to myself. My voice is so weak and people have to spend time and patience to actually hear it. And i don't blame them for backing off tbh. Anyway, I've been thinking about what you told me at the graveyard. "If not for yourself, then do it for the little spoiled girl within you" I hate listening to you, but i guess for once i need to trust you, or at least, to the whispers of angels. The ones who talk to you. Or at least, you believe they do. Did you know they talk to me as well? If so, what's the actual difference between you and i, the saint and the satan? Your favourite sinner, Rebecca.

I've dug two graves for us my dear~ 0:27

Well. I guess it was worth it

باگای ایتا به حدی رسیده که حل‌کردنشون می‌تونه آزمون استخدامی مراکز علوم نرم افزار به حساب بیاد

ببینید کی بالاخره رفت سراغ پیانو ( همه انگشتام خاکی شدن )

و روزی که باسنت از نشستن درد بگیره معنیش اینه که اونروز کارتو خوب انجام دادی

Pat pat Rebecca

این برا شما فقط یه عکسه ولی این عکس مربوط به مفیدترین دوره ی زندگیمه🥀