rotting. taking panadols. bowling. pool. movies.
and my HOLIDAY ends.
bye, fun. hi, stress.
that secret was meant to be shared by only me and myself.
till the day i've gotten over it, which then i would perhaps blurt it out.
but.. but..
I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING INTO YOUR FACE, YOU IDIOT!
who are you to make me feel this way?
