It takes little somethings for me to understand, I guess. The motivation of an article, thE untouchableS, to motivate the inner strength of a dull distressed hippo. But anyway, I hope things will be fine with me. Soon enough, I'll be able to get out of distressesness or whatever it's called.

Love that article! :) All smiles.

So, whaddya know? It's finally the Sunday morning, I've been dreading. The Sunday morning with the monday as school day. I don't like the idea of getting up early morning, weee too early, and then flopping around for my stuff in the dark because the room's light doesn't work. Then I always have a classic cold shower, and practically freeze myself to death. I have to do this every morning. After that, I have to enter the scary dark room, dash out, sleep for two minutes and be late for my bus. Looking forward to that tomorrow. Yearning.

Oh goosshh. I can't stand being me.

Wanna be somebody else! No more faking, don't wanna be myself no more YEAH!

I hate singing so somebody hand me a spatula. Take over cooking for good.