Okay, lets just say that I start today with a B.H.D-bad hair day.
One string of my hair was curled up, the other was slanted eastward, the other just loose its direction, all together a creative work of a hair-art. Amazingly creative. In the morning, to be.
Enough about hair and creativity. Now lets start serious.
My phone bill are mounting. So pretty pretty please, understand why I don't answer to calls or sms-es.
I just get that repaired and dad came howling over a phone bill. It passes fifty but at least, it doesn't overpass a hundred.
Oh, a day. With or without my badhair moment, I'm all emotionless dead. At a certain part of my day, it leads to heartpain to entertain my little sister whom all the ways, keep bugging on the fact that if I didn't fulfill her favor, she'd reveal to mum and dad about OOMA.(Oh, I shouldn't have keep the diary openly to let her read well, the first page of its contente which holds the most to privacy.)
Everytime I displeased, she started to give indirect hints to, especially mum, and ultimately, mum will know.
Tata for now, blovvers.
Oh, ILoveMySunflower, which stoods obediently on my window pane seeing me through bad and good's. TheOne that never do anythings but comforts me.
P.S}You'll have been making hopes in disguise all the while, when its more that hurts me, inside. If you think I might survive, well, I've long dead inside.