shitties. this is so freaking disgusting.
not high up, soaring.
neither is she the worst.
neither is she safe.
left hanging in the air.
its the "calling" that she has been constantly receiving.
this "calling" comes with great load of burden and of cos, stress.
always promising an imaginary friend that there will be a transformation tmr.
but to realise that its always (n+1) days later. just not today nor tmr.
when will the day come?

oh freaking shit. tmr gt dfd pract test.
*hair is in a mess. just woke up, what-shud-i-do look. panic!!*

leti