NightmareSeller

The ending of playing around instead of working ^^ Happy death anniversary

Friends that you make by loving one genre are those who will become your enemies when that genre becomes disgusting. Sigh!

We have no eternal allies, and we have no perpetual enemies. Our interests are eternal and perpetual.

Sigh, so what if I judged the last day of a leap year, this is thousands of times worse. I want to cry.

Being born on new year's eve and having the same birthday as your father and great-grandfather is one hell of a disaster.

They call us madmen, but the universe knows we weren't born like this. Past lab-rats, today's nightmare 'sellers '.

Finally can post links ^^

The crises of being a new member