once again, im dying at home.
there's a lot of work to be done at home definitely
but there's so much more to do outside!
and i dont mean shopping or stuff like that.

i feel like dora the explorer.
god forbid.

nah, more like that terminally ill kid who sells stuff at mrts just cos he doesnt wanna die at home.
like a dog whining to be let out.

see, im so much better with descriptive writing. no wonder my argumentative sucks to the core.



haix. cant wait.
but i dont know what im waiting for.