Born on the february 18th and my mum's life changed eversince. For better or the worse, I'll let you decide. My sleeping patterns are screwed and I get hungry fast. I'm a professional dreamer. My dreams weigh more than I do. My familia, boyfriend and friends are my people, my people are my life. <3
"So what is it that you wanna tell me?" "I don't want you to leave me again."





I felt at peace the minute he fell asleep.
And then, I got bored. Heh.
...but when he woke up, there's nothing those tiny chubby hands couldn't destroy.
Really. He snatched one of my keyboard keys away. =/
And then he got tired again. Awww....
And that's it I guess. Oh wow. It's reaching the end of november. A whole lot of crap happened, I'd admit. I can't recall how many times I've been disappointed. I hate disappointments. It makes you fall down, down, down. And you're expected to get yourself up after each and every disappointment. There were times when I felt like I was losing myself. Like I constantly feel like I'm missing out on everything. Like everything is happening somewhere else. Like I'm not living life to the fullest. The problem is that I never do anything to change it. I just sit here and think about it. But then again, it's probably the PMS. I've been pmsing a lot this week. At one point of time I can be cheery but I may snap into a bloody sarcastic drama queen who rants like she's gonna cannonade the entire universe.
As of lately, I fill up the hole in me with shameless food, secret singing in the showers, taking 'delight' in finishing chores, but still, life feels empty sometimes. And so is the pocket. =/ I'm starting to get pretty sick of internet life. I'm thinking if I should just close down my blog. hmm.
It's going to be 2am but I can't wait to bathe. haha. In fact I shall take a nice hot long shower and think about things that upset me for the past 24 hours. Goodnight.


