Sophia.

everyone has their point of view, lies or truths, … i’m sick of this.

sometimes I think the word maturing could also mean changing to meet the criterias of the world today hence blending into what society wants of people.

people never change. people just add onto their base. i’m starting to hate who i’m becoming..

lollllll i couldn’t figure out how to log on and forgot my email that i signed myself up with and omg.. the hassle..

my brain : why aren’t they studying

mind : but i understand

my brain : how?

mind : cuz a lot of the time… you kinda dont let me focus..

brain : oh….

mind :  yeah…

wootsie : go do dishes

hoya : okay

wootsie : make me tea

hoya : okay

wootsie : make me food

hoya : HOKAY!

wootsie : ho.

hoya : ya?

wootsie :  OH

hoya :  YA?!

wootsie : rub my feet

jokwon : i’m all over it!

wootsie : make me tea 

jokwon : hmmmmmm

wootsie : open the window

jokwon : it’s open, can you not see thru it?!

wootsie : can you vacuum?

hs : uh no?

wootsie : can you do the dishes?

hs : uhhhhhhhhhh

wootsie: CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING?!?!?!

hs : nope.

could you be my paint brush with loads of colour, and brighten my world with colour and texture noone’s ever seen before?

would you still hate me if you’ve heard both sides of the story..

there’s always a person who you’ll never be able to forget, even after you think you’ve moved on. and I know I’ll be forgotten but I’ll be unforgettable to another.

i might break my guitar soon at this rate