My brain is a jumbled up mess. Mood is infectious, kan. Contagious. Macam virus.
Hello fwen. Me wanna be ur partner in crime, ur shoulder to cry on, ur dustbin to throw all ur misery away, ur strength...
but me dun wanna be ur punching bag.
why is it easier to show our anger and wrath to a person who loves us?
because we somehow know we'd be forgiven no matter what.