



♡ hell, is paved with good intentions.
Sunday, January 31, 2010, 5:00 PM
9 months - almost. I counted. April 12th, last year. The only bits of moment I like. 6 month after that very day, I've been trying to throw that little macro memories you bring. That's what you get when you let your ego wins. Love's not enough when you say it. Don't you know you gotta mean it?So. Dry throat. The consequences for eating(no, greedy-ing) a jarful of plain baked brown cookies all at one time. Deserve that Fina. *Grumps*. Already soon to getting to the end of the weekend(though, of course I've not been enjoying any least bit of it). Totally means goodbye to my one and only rest day(s). Auh. Tomorrow's our Chem deferred test. Tomorrow, school ends with F&N. Tomorrow's F&N's cooking practical lesson. Tomorrow's Monday. Tomorrow's a school day. OR Tomorrow:- Is it just another day?
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SYARAFINA. A penultimate Leo. 16, real triple mutliple soon.
I'm a big-time procrastinator. But hey, procrastinators enjoy life more than anyone, because they don’t worry and they still meet the
deadline. I'm weird, I run into things, I spill food, I trip, I scream about random stuff. I obviously don't have it all together.
But I like it that way. I just want to live a life without worries, where I can be me without fear of being judged. I want to let go of the past, live in
the present, and dream of the future. I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but it would be lovely to be something to someone.
Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I’m trippin’? Tie my shoes. Can’t stand me? Sit your butt back down. Can’t face me? Turn around. Getting tired of
me? Take a nap.
Blov-vers are as dearly loved as possible -_*
Ps/ Note to self: I think I’ll go anti-love. Really, who needs it? Butterflies in the tummy, heart skipping beats… that can’t be safe.