Tick me off with unrelated, better-than-me fact and I'll be no more the cheery person you once know. As simple as that. I. Am. Volatile. Everybody knows that. Sorry for being originally combustible so fucking easily. Maybe the person with the most number of special outing could be a bit more patient, more mature, less the size of the green monster inside of me? Or maybe the supermodel one?
Haha.
Haram satu kerja pun tak boleh nak jalan. Bikin aku nak mencarut. Esok kena bangun awal. Bukan boleh pun nak tidur awal ni. Lagi buat aku mencarut. Baguslah sikit-sikit nak meletup. Mari nak tepuk belakang sendiri.
Haram satu kerja pun tak boleh nak jalan. Bikin aku nak mencarut. Esok kena bangun awal. Bukan boleh pun nak tidur awal ni. Lagi buat aku mencarut. Baguslah sikit-sikit nak meletup. Mari nak tepuk belakang sendiri.
Haih. Sometimes I wish I could run away from all this. What I feel doesn't matter anyways. Hew hew.
Whatever. sorry.
Whatever. sorry.
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