Sometimes,
I wish I had a time machine.


Myself.
I'm a dreamer.
I dream to go backpacking around the globe,
and go shopping every single day.
And, I love fairytales.
xxx.


Words.



Little bits of my life.

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Since 2011
You don't even know that I exist.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
And it all comes crashing down.
Heart-wrenching.

Whoopee, I went to D2Y's carolling.
It was better than last week. I had fun.

Currently fb-ing. Dead bored.

I don't know what's wrong with the people these days.
They're being so horrible. Especially young girls.
Not to be spiteful or mean, but somehow it's true.

Yesterday, my sister came home crying.
She said Cassandra threw an orange at her head.
Some eff-ing beechh! HOW DARE SHE.
If I see her, I'll make her life miserable.
According to someone, Cassandra threw the orange
on the ground, and it just bounced back.
Seriously, she thinks she's going to get away with this kind of lame excuse?
Well, obviously she's a coward. Sucks to be her.
I'll even talk to her mom. And her dad.
Talk about discipline. I wonder how her parents brought her up.
Get a life of your own man.

Besides of being mad, I'm feeling damn right down now.
I always fling it to aside and thought nothing of it.
But I don't know why I'm so emotional right now.
He's so goddaamm hawwtt! * swoons *
fcuk, I was supposed to be sad. Wtv.
He doesn't even know I exist.

I hate this moment RIGHT NOW.
After all that, and the walls just came crashing down.
I hate myself. I feel like crying. );
Gosh. I'm such a pigg. 

Ta.