gone with the wind.

Chequie,

The picture on the right (featuring the 'sexy legs') is MINE okay. Not the designer's one. Fyi, I actually changed the original picture (which features Simple Plan) into a large collage of pictures that features R.E.T.R.I.B.U.T.I.O.N. Come to think of it, it had all our, all the three of us' pictures in it, it depicts a collage of conflicting memories. It's pretty depressing when I took a second look on it, all the pain beneath the smiles. So, when I realised that I'm emptying tears worth a million buckets, I quickly change the picture into this one, the current 'sexy legs' picture.

Ouch.

I think I'm gonna die for overdosing paracetamols.

Watching us falling apart is ever so heartbreaking. Maybe I'm exaggerating things here, I won't want to say who's right or who's wrong, well, oh shit, here it comes. The fuckin misunderstanding. Ooh my, I'm ever so drama-mama. Go to my profile, you're gonna see me smirking, with a neat slogan 'Drama Queen' sprawled on the top of my egoistical self. Ahh fuck, I'm sucha fuckin' "exaggerat-or" (if there's such a word) Dahla, talking shit now.

Amira: Maybe what you see on that day isn't what you think. But howells, if you think you're the right one, I can't stop you.

It's predictable if you're gonna say that I prioritize my boyfriend more than you or whatnot, I can't stop your brain for emitting such messages. I'm neutral, but you have every rights to be disappointed in me. Good luck for your prelims, by the way. Thanks for everything.