You have my word, and it is a troth i shall never blow. Listening to Taylor Swift's Mary's Song (Oh My My My) just reminds me of how you and i were, or how you and i WILL be. It's like an identical dream that I used to dream.
but goodbye,
I knew it's never going to be the same again as you board that plane.
FORGET it. It's just some chivying rant from a drop dead shopper, who misses an old friend. I'm tired, emotionally and energetically. It's not easy to get something, when you fuss over every single detail of a certain merchandise and pick every single brand from a certain mall. I hate being so fashionably finicky.
Another 3 days and I'll be gone :D
The excitement, but with a solemn fusion of depression. Daddy isnt going with us. And it's going to be my ever first experience of a vay-kay without my dad. I hope I'll just live with it.
NOW, I'm just waiting for dinner, with a tummy deluged with excessive gastric juice. And the consequence of that - gastric :( ugh.
i like stunted wordings with fullstops. just simply vocabulary and a dot. like this..
BYE.
"and let the music be your guide.."
