to sing, sing her lungs out

friggin blister on my foot, courteousy of drunk heels

puts down book, brush away e tears, think of u. and wait.

be in bkk from tmr till sat. dun miss me too much. be good, y'al.

"if u needa hide it, don't do it. if u needa do it, don't get caught." hmm...*strokes chin*

got multiple hits last night. & multiple puffs. i've been a bad, bad girl.

to disappear for awhile

won't overdo it anymore

wad happens when saying i miss u is not good enough

would give up all the sambal fried rice in the world