I'm moving on. I'm losing sight of you that its going pass a point of no return.
I believe its for the better.
Supposedly a short day, but dragged and dragged for so long i felt like crap.
Tomorrow, I want it cool and chilly so I can curl up.
Very heartless, totally totally heartless. Yet everything is predictable as it seems.
Its very much like MI year 2 all over again.
But without that fucking excess baggage. Cruising on. Cruising on.
Been watching "how I met your mother", I'm like totally hooked on this shit. Been so ever since the first season.
One random trivia about me, "1) i hate waiting."
