I wanted this weekend to go perfectly, but since the weather is hopeless, we couldn't do anything we planned. No films, no pictures, no shes, no nothing. I went shopping yesterday, only to hear my heart breaking 1000 times. Into little tiny pieces. I'm heartbroken because there is so much that I'd like to buy. I can't even talk about that anymore. One thing for sure, next weekend I'm going back to get that gorgeous bag.
I find myself liking my new "hobby". I know it is bad, and illegal, but i must say, it does feel nice. Tomorrow?
Yesterday before falling asleep I came up with a perfect story for English. I'm not sure if we have to do a creative story on our prelims, but if we do, I'm writing something like it. It is nothing to be honest, but it just will be real.
Cut my hair much. And look terrible. As always. Ohhh, fuck it.
