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so she says;






i talked. alot. i am nice. alot.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007

i have this bad feeling inside me.

so bad that its four and i cant sleep.

and i need to talk.

rofl.

i have accepted an event. i never like to do events. its tiring and long hours. but the moolahs attracted me. sigh.

i bought a pair of footwear, out of impulse or not, i dont know. till now. i am still thinking. so whenever i am caught thinking about it, i will retrieve and put it on. walk and stand in front of my mirror. and put them back. and feel much better.

i could have saved that and buy another pair which i know i will need them.

there is always not enough shoes.

clothes.

you know its this sticky feeling.

i think i will wear them.

going for fitting tomorrow. i hope i can wake up. in time.

why do i have this feeling inside me, which is like bothering me. and making me worried.

maybe i will go tidy up a little bit.

or have the sheets change.

check the mental list.

and i will feel better.

will i?

will i not?

perhaps i sleep too much in the daytime.

i need to go out.

ask me out to play.

geez.

miss me.

miss me hard.

p/s people who wants me to rant. borin' o' stuff yo.

@5:00 AM