fuck. my hands are trembling. i cant even cut paper properly with my scissors.
no tears on the papers, no tears on the papers, or the ink will seep.
sorry i can't go down to my poolside and find you gy. i'm sorry you even came all the way down.
urgh. feel like running away from all these drama. back to when my life was simple. i have no wish to live through the period of my crescent girls' school life again. but once again, it's happening.
time to put a password on my blog.
spin me silly, 1:25 AM.