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Thursday, May 15, 2014




I'm in a really wretched mood now, and I haven't felt like this in a very long time.  I hate it when I wake up in the mornings and I feel unhappy.  I'd sit up in bed, with my duvet bunched up around my legs, and all those bad memories from last night come flooding into my mind.  I hate being unhappy when I wake up.


The first persons I look for when shit happens are Boss, Flea and Huda.  God I wouldn't know what I'd do without the three of them.

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I write about my everyday experiences & pen down my thoughts in this lil' space. I read, listen to music, have a passion in language, love makeup and most of all, I observe. I really like learning.

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