stop flirting with the mirror.
it wont flirt back.

not like i actually listened when laura told me that back in secondary one.

but that was random so ignore it.

my words seem to be all messed up today. every sentence i seem to say(finished or not) sounds either really out of point or really sarcastic.

sorry if i offended anyone.

must be all the running then all the chilli with all the same stupidity. cant be helped. & i still feel my stomach churning inside out with the chilli i had for dinner.


& this post's as boring as my life gets.


okay, still trying to learn & remember how to play those chords.

& the reason why the photo's edited is only cause i looked really odd in it. oh well, the world has enough things to mock at, one less wouldnt hurt.


you're probably bored of reading all this. & i know pms is a really lousy excuse to everything that i dont have an answer for. so i'll leave you with whatever assumptions you already have in your head.

but what are the odds of one assumption being the truth out of a thousand million others?

maybe everyone should remember that once in a while.