Obviously not, if I did you wouldn't be able to see my pimples right.
So he came to a conclusion that it was a lack of sleep.
(Applause)
Staying home's not good for your weight.
I kept eating cakes, sandwiches, chocolates, bananas, nuggets plus I read like four (forbidden by my mum) romance novels, read New Moon, read Wicked Lovely, rekindled my distaste for Jacob, thought about how no guy will be perfect like Edward, got jealous of Bella, scoffed at male chauvinism, rolled my eyes at willingly seduced women, got irate at me needing to wear specs, swore a little at the weather, wished I had my long hair back, itched to slap myself for yesterday, burned in humiliation at the thought of meeting people, prayed fervently that they'll forget what I said, got disgusted with my fat thighs.
I did everything but do my homework and revise for upcoming tests.
GG, I'm mighty proud.
Damn, romance novels are like porno seriously. I practically skip all the parts, and am left with very few pages to read.
All right, I shall stop being so sarcastic and angsty.
Goodness, I thought I got over this stage already.
Lol, apparently not.
Dear stomach flu,
when the heck are you gonna inflict me?
With love,
Your ever patient victim.
Random thought.
I think closet bisexuals are hazardous.
I know I'm not supposed t be judgemental but it's so sick.
Especially if the person says a bj feels good no matter whether a guy or a girl gives it, and smiles when you ask how would you know.
I'm getting goosebumps.
(Shivers)
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