i still recall every summer night like it was yesterday

in one convo i'm talking about relationships and what i've learnt from my heart being manipulated. in another i'm discussing whether war is caused by selfishness. and within myself i am debating why i cant be the happiest. are you tired of this already? cos i really really am.

my life should be more than painting finger nails, shopping and worrying about how fat i look in that pair of miss sixty jeans. i loved saying "if i were a guy, i would date me."
i'm gonna eat up all my words now.

URGGGGGGGGH.
i am a very unhappy muggle :(