what if the time stops ticking at 9:03 PM
have been an emotional wreck few days back. but i realise it's the teeny weeny pleasures of life that brightens up my day and make things truckloads better. in school, i hate it so bad i sulk my day away. at home, my spirits are lifted without a doubt. it's almost magical. i reckon it's the love and warmth i get from my family. but then again, NOTHING is perfect. sure there are flaws. negligence and all. (yes yes, i have a thing about me talking and no one listening/answering) feels like bits of food stuck in between your teeth. (alright, a VERY bad example.)
sometimes i sit through lessons, bummed out. empty on the inside. secluded from the rest. like a TOTAL outcast. blah blah blah. where i'll feel life's meaningless and all that shit. at the end of the day, you just want to crawl into bed with a mind filled with abhorrent thoughts. just then, a friend sends you this tear-jerking sms taking that whole load of your mind. i think she's like my fairy god-mother. no. my very good friend. my pal. my buddy. my sister (: one i cannot describe using words. i'm not going to advertise her, 'cause i dont want you snatching her away from me. i'll bite you if you do so.
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i'm having HORRIBLE muscle aches now.
how many people have muscle aches at their rib cages?
-slaps forehead-
psssst! anyway. call me WEIRD, but..
i love bruises & muscle-aches.
esp those bruises which have reddish polka dots on them?
(YUP, this is the part you're suppose to STARE at me)
but, quite cute what. dont you think? (:
