here in penang, smoking… bored as hell. Yeah it’s true. We are happy-go-lucky people, but we just think a lot. Sometimes too much. I am so happy having him, but let’s not make anyone vomit by elaborating on that issue. Whenever I’m alone, I think. Plus the after-effects of chemicals, think even more. Is there something I can take to help me stop? I’m tired. Miss my baby’s arm. Wanna be discussing stuff with him. But hey maybe it’s good to be apart once in a while. Give each other some alone time. But I get depressed everytime I’m alone. AAARRRRGGGHHHH can’t wait to spend my life with b. Hope this dream will come true. Can’t think about anything otherwise. Gotta stop now. Spent too much time on my blog. Can’t let anyone else suffer the consequences when I spent too much and need more help. Yesterday had to spend more than 300 bucks on the car. And guess who I had to trouble again.

Fact: I AM PARANOID.