And here we go again, with all the things you said and now i'm wondering...

ahah, don't you just love it when it happens again?

sometimes i wonder why i hold onto people and can't let them go...

twisted smiles, sore sides and teenage complaints

Un: I laugh and I cough and I sneeze to stop myself from bursting into tears. Ha, my side hurts like a motherfucker. No fucking joke.

Deux: I'd be so much happier if the heart was nothing but a muscle. But of course God had to make us awkward creatures who relate emotions to a pumping organ inside our chests.

Trois: Need to find a calculator for maths or death.