If only I can tell myself to stop thinking all the time. Don't get me wrong. I am perfectly fine and un-emo now, but I dunno for how long my awesome super high mood will last. It's like now I'm not thinking that much I am actually having fun doing everything. I don't care anymore that we're so not super close. I don't care that I don't have a love live I can boast in public. I don't care that my grades barely scrape my parents expectations(ok i do care a little bit but not cuz of my parents). Damn all of them. I don't care that my tummy is getting more noticeable by the day. Ok fine I do care a little bit. Fine, a bit more than a little bit.
The thing is, when you don't think more than you're suppose to think, life gets all better. Or maybe I've just been talking with Kuga too much. ;)
JY
Taa my munchies.
Err, I meant my babies.
Taa my munchies.
Err, I meant my babies.
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