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so she says;






Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down
Friday, January 08, 2010

i wake up to some mornings thanking life.

i fall asleep to some nights wishing i will not see the sun next.

how ironic. maybe that's just me. i guess i will never be truly happy with myself.

and so, finally it's the long awaited friday. i kicked the covers without dragging my feet to the bathroom.

kenny called in the late afternoon. it just make me realised, he does not listen with his heart or read texts clearly? didn't he? i was bitching to him about 'it's-minor-to-him-but-major-to-me' issue yesterday and today, he asked about the same issue again. i felt my ears sanked together with my heart. it escaped through my voice and i very much just wanna drop the phone.

very cranky perhaps.

@5:24 PM