Sunday.
I hate sundays. Especially this one. We're in may, but the sun doesn't show his nose. It's cold, it's cloudy.
This is the kind of day in which work should be forbidden. Especially after being dumped cowardly by SMS.
This is the kind of day in which you should stay in bed, under your covers, with fluffy socks, watching Friends and eating chocolate.
However, got to prepair my oral exmination in Italian & my grammar test in Spanish. Don't have the strength to do it, i'm always tired theses days. I see the pile of sheets on my desk, i sigh and yawn, then report it. I just wanna play guitar all day long, i'll avoid thinking of him.
I like dA. I can complain and no one will say a thing, 'cause no one ever goes on my dA.
Boys are weird creatures. I'm not the one who has problems that's all.