Confessions suckers.

Gosh. I have got so many little confessions to make. To which, I got no idea how to start yakking and get it out of me. Fuck. Man, am I vulgar. Gonna replace F with something else. Woof!

All in all I fail at keeping promises to myself on the things I shall not let myself think about. I promise no more fat hopes so keep my hands to myself. Remember no rooms for hopes mean no need for the truths. Woofywoof.

This holiday aint well spent. Every other single day I am cooping up at home rotting away. Sourcing for gossip news and new books. Its amazing how I can read every word in Kristen's news and how I skip every word for the Ateliers. Twenty years old and wasting my time away. Didnt I mention I am gonna do my parents proud just this birthday? Not keeping to it, yet.

Came back from chalet this morning. Had my fun and not so fun periods. I have a big bottle of volka, I am letting it waste no more. I shall dig it out and mix it with apple juice. You guys too should try, sweet like omfg. oops i mean omwg (ohmywoofygod).

Confession ass. I am going back to From dead to worse and hoping the new books arrive tomorrow. Bless me some patience and energy to school.