And ended upstairs, in room 411.
27 is the number that I am obssesed with.
It should have been right, it should have been right because 27 was there.
27 was the sign. I trusted it.
Maybe for all of this time, it has been saying "No, don't. It is not good for you."
I have memories in that room. They sadden me.
These rooms still gives me a strange feeling when I think about them.
YanıtlaSilFeeling strange when I see them is strange.