Take Me To Funkytown/.

You know I love you.

Well, sorry I've not been updating.
Been busy? Yeah, you can say that. I suppose.

Life's been a bitch.
Hell yeah.
And people too.
Damn.

Holidays. Holidays. Holidays.
It have not been well spent to the fullest yet.
And don't think it will.
Considering the amount of time of holidays I have left.
Oh, shucks.

Over the last weekend I was sick.
Fever.
38.8
Gah.

Monday.
Still sick.
Panadol.
That black liquid in a bottle they call Cough Medicine.
I'm still sceptic. o.O

Tuesday.
Stayed in bed.
Whatthehelllllll.

Wednesday.
Bestestestestie ; love.
Beach.
Sang my lungs out under a block in the rain after a 3 bucks KFC meal.
My wallet was empty.
Eff.

Thursday.
Yellow balls and alloy bats.

Friday.
Giant with mom.
Something to smile about.
"Put your money where your mouth is."

Saturday and Sunday.
I'm not psychic. =.='

Sigh. AQIDAAAAA!

I don't know what to do no more.
I feel like something's wrong.
No, something IS wrong.
But what is it?
I'm scared to notify.
I'm scared it's just because of my jealousy.
Sigh. Jealousy..
I love you. I really do.
And it's not that I don't trust you when you said you love me too.
I do.
Really.
But it's hard for me to really know if what you're feeling for me is true.
Cause you're close to her.
Always messaging her. Always talking about her.
Then what am I to you?
Yes, you can tell me your everything.
But is the subject of her really necessary?

& So, my love tells me he's missing my best friend.
What the fuck.