Went out with Tricia after lunching with Vincent after tuition. Vivo>Far East>PS>Home. We practically laughed ourselves silly from the way people walk to pirated Gucci bags in the font Comic Sans MS. Its the second consecutive day I laughed like that, seems like it will drain away at night though.
(Since when did I drop so weak?)
Although its been said that nothing can go wrong, assumptions always create false expectations met. It seems I havent been talking to you for a long time. Yet there simply isnt anything I can say right now that can make you happy, how fucking ironic can I get.
Me & my sensitity.
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