reached home at like, two in the morning yesterday and i almost fell asleep when i was bathing. i mean it (literally).
well, if mp knows abt this she'll flip: i'm sick. i'm running a temp and i've got nasty mucus/phlegm. i dont know how i got myself sick cos (surprisingly) i didnt eat a lot yesterday. i was busy socialising, collecting angbaos, playing lame games, talking, singing, reading new moon, reading kissed by an angel, and ohyes, painting my nails (or getting my cousin to do them for me). anyw, i'm dyingggg for eclipse! i need to read it super despoly, like nowwwww. stephenie meyer's books have sorta become my drug or someth. lovesick vampires and a self-sacrificing human who can hardly balance due to generic problems are the bomb (ticking - ticking - ticking - ticking - ticking. waiting to explode right in my face).
my parents are such asses (haha), tsk, prospective son-in-law. what a flukeeee plan. but it was dang fun and funny sitting and talking for two whole hours over at uncle michael's house. yes it was so embarrassing cos i almost rolled down the stairs. went up to his roof (with the glass covered toilet lol to see stars when bathing/peeing) to star gaze. and he does have quite some knowledge on comets and all. a telescope too, man.

was prettaye happy and high yesterday cos i forgot abt it (like totally!). now that i'm stuck at home doing aboslutely nothingness i shall not brood over it. i'll come up with someth positively corrective instead (plann A, here goes nothing...).

gahhh i hope my fever goes away so that i might (might) have a teeny weeny chance that my mom will allow me out of the house.
certainly hope what daddy said wasnt true, cos if thats the case, how long will it take? how long will i have to be away? gahhh, but will anyone even care if i'm not around? will anyth even change if i cease to exist? ahhhhhh.
ciao.
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"before you, bella, my life was like a moonless night. very dark, but there were stars -- points of light and reason. ...and then you shot across my sky like a meteor. suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. when you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. i couldnt see the stars anymore. and there was no more reason for anything."
i wanted to believe him. but this was my life without him that he was describing, not the other way round.

when i told you that i didnt want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

- stephenie meyer, new moon