Yes, I blog. But not because I'm sick and dying, nor because I want to be famous or anything. But because I don't want to feel alone, for atleast once in my life. Don't get me wrong, I am no drama queen, I'm just being realistic. ♥

Hola. It’s Monday! And I’m ..

• at home doing nothing. Boo!
• not taking a shower. It’s freakin cold. Eew.
• cooking meatballs for dinner.
• feeling so uber-bored.
• tweeting too much, I think.
• not planning to go anywhere - freakin weather sucks.
• watching tons of movies later. Yipie!
• thinking what book should I read next, since I’ve already finished reading Beastly weeks ago.
• still having stomach ache. Still don’t know why, aw.
• getting fatter. Err!
• missing my bubu more and more each day. Corni.

Happy Monday pips! 

Fuck the people who said they care about you. If they really cared they would be there when you fucked up or at least stay with you when you’re at your worst. If they really gave two shits about you they wouldn’t leave you in a mess to solve your own problems and give you some lame excuse like ‘You changed’. Do they even talk to you? Or have they realised you two are better off as strangers? Think about it, they never gave a fuck about you and even if they did, they didn’t give enough to stick with you when things got rough. So suck it up princess, they’re not worth fighting for. Move on.

71/365

Meet my crazy family.

PS. It’s summer but I go crazy with classic black.

‘Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I’ve ever met,’ said Ron weakly, ‘and if I’m ever rude to you again -’ ‘- I’ll know you’re back to normal,’ said Hermione.