fever
nose bled
fuck i hate thursdays
im home.
doing work..
eyes are closing
dead tired...
no dinner tonight.. parents are out..
no more universal studios
no more runaway trip for me
random. whats up with me?
i havent styled my hair the entire week...
chui
i want a fucking tattoo
L told me not to regret and suggested we talk...
but
you act like you cant be bothered..
maybe you really cant be bothered..
have i already regretted?
i dont know... but i do know...
i cant chase you forever
nothing is forever, remembered that at 6:08 PM.