you're not to speak

im so psyched for the weekend (:
i have this really good feeling that it'll be a good weekend. i miss talking to my parents. no really :) i mean i talk to them la. but not like we used to. it used to be every night then it stopped.


oh wait. i changed my mind. suddenly. it doesnt feel that way anymore. feelings like this won't last. someone will just spoil it for you. no its not my parents.

what the hell do you want from me la? tell me la please cos im sick of all this shit already. do you want me to give it up so that everything will be back to the way it was?
everything isn't what it seems. liars. backstabbing bitches. everyday life. why do you always have to make it so fucking complicated?

nothing is what it seems.