You're starting your nuisance again.
I just turned you on, and you died twice on me.
I don't understand why you're so heated.
Please don't betray me.
My dear lappy.


I am so sorry.
I have no reason to feel this way.
I feel utterly shitty.
I'm upset, though the reason I might give are just so invalid.
But there's something deeper, no idea.
Could it just be the fact that I'm just really tired?
I feel like fainting on my bed until tomorrow night.
So exhausted as if I've been staring at a bush of armpit hair for 12hours without blinking.
Kambing shit.

I'm sorry to you my friend, for what happened today.
You know who you are.
It's somehow my fault too.
Should have been more responsible.

I'm sorry dear RocaPhase.
I can't be there for you guys to work out our routines on Friday.
Upsetting.

I'm sorry Naj.
For overworking your body.
For always making you come home and then become someone dumb(as in cannot speak).
For having a mood that easily fluctuates, being one moment I'm happy, the next I might just be pissed.

Anyways, I didn't think I was going to blog today.
But I end up doing so.
So yeah, love you bloggy.
You are one listening ear that never speaks to me.
You are the one that allows me to say whatever I want and you just accept it(I know there you darlings out there who does this too, love you).
Okay, I really need to sleep, cause I'm talking crap, though I know I always do.
Haha.
Goodnight all you lovely people, especially cute one(s).
=)