#12 } my ice-creamo cake died.

How do I live without you?

Did I tell you of how cool my ice cream cake for my birthday is like?
Well, its all gone now.







my itty bitty mini little rebellious little sister. :)

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Well. you might as well read something while you're here huh?

She lies in bed, belly-downwards with her head resting sideways on her pillow. She picks up a purple notebook and scrambles in the dark for a pen. That is when she began her thinking; her journaling; her thoughts put into simple words.

The air is still. The only source of light is from her bedside lamp, glowing dimly in the motionless room. She begins to scribble on a lined page. She stops abruptly and stares at the pitch black ceiling. The blades of the rotating fan glistens as caught the light. It is calming. Her thoughts run, from back when she had first seen his face. Her first words, his first reply. It seemed like forever since they last exchanged greetings. Her heart skips a beat. She wasn't serious. She couldn't be. It was hard enough to bear the thought but it was even harder to forget him altogether.

She lay in bed, belly-downwards with her head rested sideways on her pillow. She picked up a purple notebook and scrambled in the dark for a pen. That was when she began her thinking; her journaling; her thoughts put into simple words.

Its something I wrote in primary school or something. Lol.
Nerd to shit man.