so he sent a me a text (which is probably the most inordinary thing he has ever done) from overseas, wishing me luck. here comes the awkwardness.
all the best, my loves.
my grandma told me to get at least 12 a's while we were having dinner last night. she wasn't kidding.
shit. here is NOT where i'm supposed to be right now.
did you know that every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie. so stop licking those stamps already.
did you know that beethoven dipped his head in cold water before he composed.
did you know that you can't kill yourself by holding your breath.
migraine attacks have been more frequent recently. this is a big deal.
the thought of christmas is making me smile ear to ear, can hardly contain myself.
loving g-dragon.
question. if your plane is crashing, who would you call to say your last goodbyes?
face it, we gotta live like we're dying.
trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew. i am not bitter anymore, that's what i tell myself but i must have realised how sad i am after that. i just sat at the corner of my room, and silently wept my heart out.
p/s: thanks jellyfish for the other night will definitely TRY not to make another drunkie call.
barely three weeks away from massive hell and i'm feeling the tension building up. yes, i hear the funeral march playing.
my stomach hurts as i internalize my stress. i'm going to treat myself with some vodka, drink it all up in one shot, watch some tv and try to forget that you exist.
