Memories don't hurt.
feeling: sleepy
music: dishwalla - candleburn
It's one of those nights where solitude is welcome, necessary even. If only for tonight, the hazy cloak of fatigue beautifies melancholy. Diversion's not longer necessary.
I got a facial with Charmain yesterday. Exam stress and too much sun has left my face in a sudden mess. But it's fixed. (I feel like I'm talking about plastic surgery, haha.) I feel clean and bump-free. And I snipped my fringe.
Time-tabling is annoying. See, freedom and liberty comes with a price.
I've got plenty to say, but everything means nothing.
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