I love food, fashion, theatre, and ranting. And with their powers combined, they form: Happy Happa!
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Running away, running like mad. I have to keep running. I can't stop. I can't breathe. I can't...I can't...I want to stop. I want to find someone. Someone who will talk to me, love me, pay attention to the things that I say. Someone who lives near me, who wants to be with me...guys suck.
I'm me. People think I'm a weirdo. I think I'm a girl. I don't know where the translation comes from O_o I'm writing this when I'm hyped up; probably not the best time, but who reads this anyway? Yay! :D