Monday, June 07, 2010
Black

This is me feeling mega tired and pek chek because my eye bags now need to wear a bra. And instead of studying for exams, I'm staying up to write a STORY for a competition. The last time I wrote anything close to glorious was my A Level History paper, and every time I think back on all the LJ posts of all my talented friends, I feel like a pea. Or pee. Both taste equally bad anyway. What is my story about? I don't know yet. So far, my sister committed suicide and I find her dead body's allure "palatably inviting". W-ow. This would seriously worry my parents.
tried to hunch; 9:38 PM