Stupidest dream ever. I swear. I was buying cigarettes at Far East when this guy asks me out. Thing is, there's nothing wrong with him. Like there's nothing about the guy I can make fun of. I seems smart and is kinda cute. So I said ok. So I go home and get ready right? I end up wearing this red dress with black heels. I've never seen this dress or those heels before. AND THEN I GRAB THAT KNNCCB JIMMY CHOO BAG :( That cheat feelings bag that I will never ever be able to have ever coz is too expensive :(

So then the door bell rings. I opens the door and there the guy is, bouquet of roses in hand. Red somemore. So I leave the house and before you know it, just as I'm about to get into his car, he gets shot. And then the song "You know my name" by Chris Cornell starts playing. And guess which idiot pops out of no where wielding the gun? Needless to say I'm not very happy.

I suppose I have come to a strange conclusion. That at the end of the day, moving on isn't as hard as I thought it would be. It's the pure matter that you end up confusing me. And I let you. You want and you don't want and you want and you don't want until I myself cannot be bothered. All this time I have been doing nothing but trying to accommodate your wants. But enough. I have no intention of further prolonging this headache.

I'm not particularly interested in what you heard either. Facebook is nothing more than a social website. I refuse to allow my social life to revolve around it. After all, don't we all know that the truth isn't often found on the internet? I only trust what I can see and feel. If anyone else has a problem with that, too bad.