fret not, when i say it smells like crayon. it makes me happy, believe it or not. (= i do like it.
and it was nice bumping into friends. just as well, i miss the rest.
00:31
the thoughts of pages flying away, glass shattering, no longer sting. the things i want to explain, get lost before they come. so much to tell, but i have to run.
later! (=
13:51
doubt i'm ever gonna step back into w45d classroom again. everything's changing and i don't feel some things. so surreal like i've been dreaming all this time. tell me what's gonna happen later in my life.
corinne, maylwin, sufyan, daryl, chinho, waikiat, gary, sam, gerald, cihui, joey, shahida and xavier.
or anything i could remember, all that we do, deserves to be saved.
thanks for everything, everything. thank yooo.
happy burfdae, cihui! and roundy eggs, says ovally orange.
08:27