It's 11.14 late up night. Ticking 46 more minutes before midnight strikes.
Tomorrow's school and I'm yet reading my book. The Secret Language of Girls.
If only the book reads me...they pretty know what I'm crapping about now since I won't possessed this laptop for the whole 24 hour tomorrow as it was permitted to my father, for working concern.
So just expect no post tomorrow.
Solemnly I am defying to accumulate all this pages of my book here. I was up to nothing festive. Bored. Absolutely.
Ever since I was in concurred with this whole messed-up, I was really acting a genuinely outcast.
I wished everything went back as normal.
I wished my brother wouldn't have to valedict us;
I wished that I had enshrine more moments with my grandma;
I wish that I wouldn't have missed telling what I am supposed to ___;
I wish everything weren't as complicated as now,
Ouh, I wish. I really wish.