Thursday, March 6, 2008
:) Washing machine.
current mood: mixed up
I feel like puking as I take a ride in the washing machine. My head spins as the turbo brings me to the most discomfort position. Then, I turned and saw him. He stepped inside and he promised to stay. He said he'd hold my hand and take the spin with me. :)
Thank you for making me feel worth while again. Thank you for that chance again. Thank you for stepping in.
I do love you.
Oh, there good night you. I am looking forward to the next day today.
'fimaaa
❤ imperfectly written at 12:08 AM
