I never wake up or go sleep to people sending me goodnight and goodmornings in my messages. Every note I get on my blogs gets me excited. Every note I get on my pictures makes me feel like people notice me. Every follower I get means a lot, every follow I lose is depressing. Every ask I get, I always answer back. That’s why I cherish it.
So apparently I look like a guy (according to a few kids in the park) in a Alice Cooper shirt (which I agree is a little to big for me but you can still see my boobs in, and I won’t lie, I have kinda big boobs), mini jean shorts and pink Hello Kitty Vans. Oh I know what was missing from you seeing I was a girl, a fucking bow! I didn’t have a damn now in my hear, that totally explains! Idiots.
11h23 - No sleep coming (as I realize that the shirt I want to sleep in, who happens to be the boyfriends shirt, does smell like him but like Mp house as well, making an odd mix of smells that should not mix, not helping at all)
12h01 - Still no sleep. Thinking too much. Shirt still smells odd. Would like a kiss and a hug, but will have to patient till tomorrow night. Is watching How I Met Your Mother a good idea? I don’t think so.
12h25 - Sleep in coming, I think. I’m pretty sure I saw Virgilio in the bus today on my way back home… I am making asian stars (lucky stars). 30, 31, 32, 33…