What innocence. What passion.

For a continuation of life, move to "niveanox."

Yet today, tonight, this morning, I am writting the story of "pinkheroine." 

EDIT: NO, I will never make this post private. Iie, faciam numquam hunc postum privatum.

I think there's someone in our house. My mom's alarm clock was set from 6 to 6:30, our garage door closed by itself, and my parent's closet light was on, although no one went there. This is very bothering.