“Hatred. Something almost as physical as walls, pianos, or nurses. She could almost touch the destructive energy leaking out of her body. She allowed the feeling to emerge, regardless of whether it was good or bad; she was sick of self-control, of masks, of appropriate behavior. Veronika wanted to spend her remaining two or three days of life behaving as inappropriately as she could.”
It’s so nice to see your old pictures especially those when you were still a baby. Hehe. You couldn’t imagine how a cute kid grew up to look like this!! Hahaha!!!