Having too many time-out is cracking sicknesses out of me, seriously. Irony, very, never crossed my mind that facing computer, gazing television while having thoughts at somewhere else is far tiring than sitting in the lecture hall. Making my teeth, tongue, vocal folds, uvula and velum craving for more and more chocolate bars. FAT!
I feel like I've too much given my brain processing and wandering almost about everything especially the life down under, at the trust of the planet Earth on 'How's he down there?' 'Is he missing me?''Does he hear my calls?', which I think I'm a lil bit off of my sanity.
I always dared myself to cry over a boy. Which I don't think I would ever cry for any boys.Well, seems my words eat me back. I never stop crying over Muiz's death. I never let him ditch me which was otherwise when he was alive. Ughh.. What am I thinking? I promised you,readers that I will never ever write melancholy stories. But here we go again. I just can't stop. He doesn't reply any of my calls and texts. Sad, I'm just too sad.
I think my life is about to find its end. And so the world. And speaking of which, I'm sweating right now, even I'm 8 feet beneath a speed-five ceiling fan with a thin sleeveless top + short pants. I think it's 40degree Celsius here in my country. The last time I checked was weeks ago, and it was 40degree Celsius, Fuhh! Feel like a lamb being grilled on a blue flame. As the world is burning, we will run out of water; oceans are getting shallower and shallower, icebergs are getting thinner and thinner that one day the planet Earth would 100% covered with water and at that time my friends, we are all done. Nobody will come across for lifejackets. And thanks to the geniuses for speed up the day along with the necessary conveniences they invented.
Dearly by,
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