its eleven minutes past one a.m.

somehow, Disagree: To Prevent the Earth from Moving with You entirely filled up my compact-reddish-hemo room. i like it this way. don't ask why.

i can picture the face on my dad's look if he's looking at me now from up there. heh. cheers dad. u're the BESTEST. tq.

oh. two more weeks of boredom to go. then the suffering is over. no, wait. i still have the project paper. damn.

and i miss the smell of your hair.







*curtains close*