harrow,
today is a good.bad.good.bad day. :D
woken up by mila, he told me he delivered breakfast. at my doorstep. after being stunned and extremely shocked for a few mins, i eventually got up and opened to door. hello panda, with purple hair. HAA. melts* so so so speechlessed. (: dont need jealous, my boyfriend rawkxzxzxz.
then, went school, geog. was super unprepared for the paper ok. suck la. i dint even study. shhhh. then did the paper. thank God for always being on my side. got relatively managable questions. :D
after school, vick hse > mos > kfc > alim block > home.
cramping throughout. f menses seriously. -.- anw, went hm about 7plus. :D
reached home, continued cramping. cereal for dinner anyone. cocopops. ok whatever felt like some dejected loser shit. haha. stuck on the sofa. couldnt move abt, thankyou cramps. then mum came home, i went to room and on-ed com.
went toilet and then stuck there for awhile cos cramped and couldnt get up. i could have taken pills but i got a phobia recently. argh heck.
so, some stuff occured, big blow AGAIN, decided to get over it, fast and furious. may everything be fine.
wonderful how a scar heals and is cut open again and is healed and cut open again. just one word for everything. ouch. and thats how it really feels. but its okay.
i want to know, i try to understand, i be there, i want to be there, i need to be there, i worry, i try to comfort, i try not to cry, i want to be there, i try to talk, i hang up, i cry. and it all repeats. whose the bloodyloser, i am.
i guess only the best phrase throughout humanity is "i love you". no matter how cliched it might be, i dont care okay. i just want to say it. and mean it.
i love you. i love you. i love you.
baby, dont cry.
so i wont.
goodnighty peeps.
pel tmr, damn sianed.
p.s. krissssy is a suckaaaaaa! XD
money no enough with kris, vick and bart tmr. HAPPY BELATED BDAY BART! XD
so, nights. );
crying is bad for health, most of the time.