I think I just officially pissed off Cherie.
My mind was in a total mess of chaos and yet, it made me think like a zombie. Psh.
Love. And the definition of it.
I think I can keep on arguing til you got fed up, and gave up.
Maybe it's the hot chocolate, or maybe it's me being tired..
I think it's mostly due to me biting off mre thn I can chew. Oh well.
Today is the twenty-third, meaning.. It's twenty-five more days.
I wonder how will that day be?
Miraculously awesome?
Or just as pathetic as the one who grew a year older.
-SHAA