January 2010
Perhaps I melted into the rain, and became its song.
Go away. Give me a chance to miss you.
My mum was pointing to this Brad Pit picture on the newspaper. (The one wear he was sporting a beard.) She was telling me how she doesn’t understand why so many are going crazy over him. And that he don’t look exceptionally handsome or his acting isn’t exactly freaking awesome or even good! Looking at that photo of his, she (excuse me) said she just feel like spitting on it.
I...
I’m feeling so inspired tonight. It’s a wonder.
you should say something, yes? →
I dont care about tomoro-o-o-o Here we go again, here we go again!
I like it when you call be baby, baby.