fel how many boys you wannnnn. seriouslllllly. all so cliche sumore. all confessing their undying love for you and then regreting cos they remember that i'm your sister. heh. funny lah. anw, please tell berak he can go fly kite kay. cos as long as i'm around, there aint gonna be no smoochin around.
sink the pink.
{7:36 AM}
AINT
vanessa paul
sixteen
NO
In my field of paper flowers
and candied clouds of multiply
I lye inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me
