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OPTIMISTIC;
The Story
That Girl
Dreams
Thank You
Saturday, August 27, 201112:46 PM

This is really pure torture .
Not being able to do the things you want having forced to stay on the couch .
DOING NOTHING .

Been doing that for the past 2 hours .
And the carpenters are still not done yet D:

So , the story begins like this .
Mom . Bought . Ordered . Cupboards .
Room . Mess . Shift . Bored .
Tired . Helpless . Lifeless . Time .
Dust . Dust . Dust *AH-CHOO*

They're not not not done done done
They're out out out for lunch lunch lunch
Can smack myself .
Its like ages .
I feel like sleeping .
I don't know why am I ranting to myself .
This is really weird.

37 more days to PMR .
AH . I scared cry me :(