Me Before You, look at the chemistry on-screen between Emilia Clarke and Sam Claflin. Sigh, dreamy.
The more you love, the more you expect, the more you want and of course, the more you fear.
Bad shit never seem to stop coming. Wave after wave . There’s no end to it at all.
I hope Grandma’s blood test result is okay, everyone’s worried for her. Sigh pie.
What a worrying Mother’s Day weekend for the family.
Floral blooms have amazing magic in them. It’s just them and only them who have such magic to brighten people’s day.
Wanted to surprise Grandma with florals but bouquet orders for Mother’s day is already full and closed, freaking hell. That makes two gloomy people. Sigh pie.
Times like this i end up bathing in disappointment and gloominess.
thoughts clogged my mind this afternoon , i don’t even wanna decode them. leaving them untouched. They come with a warning label on the can of worms now.
I don’t even know exactly what i am typing. Nothing seem to make sense doesn’t it? Oh well, scratch that.
I word vomitted a lot the past hour but i keep deleting chunk after chunks of typing.
I hate it. I hate it all.
Head’s feeling hazy just by thinking too much, makes me feel frustrated and self annoyed.