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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Mona Lisa Smile . My wound is not healing, I think it's cause my fingers can't stop peeling off the scab -.-" I'll be back to update ;D Heee, Have a Happy & joyful week people . Make every hour last aites ? Till then, I'll leave you guys to my rants ;} Piaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang -.- To hell with my Art HW ._______________. Urgggggggggh . To hell with Mr WET who can't teach Maths and keeps comparing secondary school children to big mature JC people and keeps dressing up in oversized shirts and with his small handwriting . I want Mr Yeo back . I want you back . I miss those bus rides home . I miss those times when you said " I love you " . I miss those times when you would pester me through the phone . I miss those times where I would ask you questions you couldn't answer . I miss those times we would argue and patch up all over again . I miss your advices . I miss the times where you would hold my hand . I miss those times where we would gossip about this certain person . I miss those times when I would pester you . I miss those random " I love you "s through the phone/sms . I miss your laugh . I miss your smile . I miss your touch . I miss you serenading to me in the middle of the night . I miss your guitar playing . I miss your desperation for me to cheer up . I miss you coaxing me . I miss you calling me " sayang " . I miss your smses . Most importantly, You know who you are . |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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