
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: morning time. but yeah, i wont put her to a corner and make her feel like shit. i want to listen to her problems, if she lets me. take care of your sister. she's the next closest thing besides your dead doll that you can talk to. i hope to be there for her whenever i can. i just dont want to be mindless and selfish right. sigh, i never realised the post was there. but anyways. thanks hasyimah yon. i'm quite picky when it comes to whom; i'm friends with. it's not the reputation really. but the time spent and how i enjoy spending my time with them. it's not how they look or how they speak. it's how they think. i'm happy, it doesnt matter what you think. i like to mind my own business, plus i dont care who you are too, i think what i want to think. so i hope you just mind your own blardy business. and i dont like to say goodnight world, waste of time knowing half round the world it's not nightime nemore. x ps: tants. it's tha otha gurl notcha, paper gangsta, you making me hating the club! pss: i want to call syimah yons. HI YONS. Labels: morning. |