When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out In Your Arms. On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life.

I got totally effed up. random things, you know just show up. So then I decided that I should just maybe give my blog some sense, and so does my life. I seem to forget a lot. Like I said, random things.