sore throat. headache. greaaaat.

why there's no Starbucks/somewhere that serves decent coffee here in terminal bus station?

a slight tinge of bimboness is necessary to get to that fab life.

it's been awhile since I was greeted with morning air like this. ahhhh~

like a Sunday to me.

A little less than an hour for the break of dawn, 15th floor, stagnant air, fickle-mind.

I have the urge to just wake you up to tell you how much I miss you.

So they said, you'd wake up for a better day after some good sleep. But I woke up feeling worse, or did I actually sleep, at all?

why am I not surprised that I can't sleep tonight?

waiting for the boyfie to come back.