busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
sad, bad, crap, shitty ass. hey sis, just tell me if you don't like it. I know what happened next, you start complaining to whoever. I know you, who do you think i am? You don't decide for me when i can stop. I chose to do it. You can worry but don't give me that face. I hate it. I mean no disrespect dear sis, but, maybe you could just tell me and i would listen, but as i told you like i told everyone-"it's just me", and thats who i am. I am sorry if you are unfavourable of what i chose to do.