This has been going on for the whole week. Whenever i come online, he'll go, "No school ar?" Every-Single-Day-In-The-Week. I mean, what the fuck? Seriously man, pick on someone else. Stop perpetuating the question because i can't start your blatant question. Piss me off so bad. Roarrrrr!

I just had to get that off my chest.

I think i'm PMS-ing. But whatever the heck, it's not like i'll give a damn anyways. I'll just let everyone else spoil my day & make myself happy with chocolate then have myself a wake up call by standing in front of the mirror. So... you go girl.

&Well well well, i love rainy nights, how i'd get up and find myself crawling to my study table and lie there, watching the rain come down. 3am and the sky's darker than it already was. The not-so-conscious-mind decided to open the window despite having the air-conditioner running at 18 degrees. Droplets of rain and a gust of wind was all needed to wake me up. "Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling me what a fool I've been", putting my heart in fragile hands.

Then thoughts they came like Summer wind.

Almost 18 years, 6570 days. And in how many of these days did something good happen, did i make someone happy, was the best day, was i ever right, or am i always wrong. How many days do i have left, how many more times heartbroken.

Yeat your heart out
11:53 AM

This has been going on for the whole week. Whenever i come online, he'll go, "No school ar?" Every-Single-Day-In-The-Week. I mean, what the fuck? Seriously man, pick on someone else. Stop perpetuating the question because i can't start your blatant question. Piss me off so bad. Roarrrrr!

I just had to get that off my chest.

I think i'm PMS-ing. But whatever the heck, it's not like i'll give a damn anyways. I'll just let everyone else spoil my day & make myself happy with chocolate then have myself a wake up call by standing in front of the mirror. So... you go girl.

&Well well well, i love rainy nights, how i'd get up and find myself crawling to my study table and lie there, watching the rain come down. 3am and the sky's darker than it already was. The not-so-conscious-mind decided to open the window despite having the air-conditioner running at 18 degrees. Droplets of rain and a gust of wind was all needed to wake me up. "Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling me what a fool I've been", putting my heart in fragile hands.

Then thoughts they came like Summer wind.

Almost 18 years, 6570 days. And in how many of these days did something good happen, did i make someone happy, was the best day, was i ever right, or am i always wrong. How many days do i have left, how many more times heartbroken.

Yand i'll whisper to you my love
11:53 AM