Prancing pansies.

The lamp in my room isn't working. My iPod isn't working. My room is a perfect mess. I just spent 200 on pants I don't need. I've been hungry for 3 days. My posters won't stick to the wall. My mom isn't replying any of my messages. I have overdue laundry. I have overdue guilt. My hair is limp. The weather is too hot but I can't wear T-shirts. Next week will be practical hell week (ICDL masih wujud?!sdfvklgmrklt). My friends are idiots egoistic pricks confused. Someone thinks I'm an interferring twat when it's devastatingly obvious I'm the most neutral person in the world duh.

But you know, I'll get by.




"Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I will say the only words I know that you'll understand,
my Michelle."