I think that when the new year comes, I'll be in heels when I go out, and make-up will become essential even for school.
Boo?

I thank God for twitter.
And when I finally get to see you, I am going to talk things out with you.
I've been waiting the whole day (Christine lol) and now I'm kinda pissed to see what you've been doing.

I think I should know how to love something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out.
Yeah hell right L-O-V-E was just another word I never learned to pronounce.

You have no idea how annoyed and hurt and how mad I can get at you right now, but no i'm not going to screw things up.
Not yet, unless you tell me something I don't want to hear or provide all the evidence to everything I want fictional.

Come back. Set me up.

(I'll betcha all have 0 idea what I'm talking about. But hey, babe, I don't care.)

Ps, you better bring your coat along if you're gonna see me again in this mood. Cos I'm just ice cold toward you now.

And yet there's still this small part of me screaming somewhere inside.
And a small part of my conscience telling me that we're not going to pass this.

How long till you will come and hit me in the face so that I will finally wake up.

Stories are all interconnected.
Just not ours next to each other's?