entangled hearts.

i really wish i could read minds sometimes.

where's edward cullen when you need him? even dracula would do. somebody bite me already.

so if i can't read yours, here's a little insight to mine; hello i don't get it, what the hell do you freaking mean it's not like i'm psychic or something so can you start over in english please?

okay, you know that feeling you get when you think you did something wrong but you don't know what the hell you did wrong? yeah well, it sucks.

but at least, it's not the end of the world.

anyway, today i woke up thrice.

once at 1:30 in the morning , the second time at 7:15 and i finally got my ass off of my really comfy bed at 8:45. but one of those times, i woke up smiling so damn hard cause i thought my dream was more than a dream. (stop imagining my retarted, grinning face!)

note to self: stop smiling.

haha this might take a while.

but, dream of me too, will you?