Dear mom,
I WILL make you proud.
No man or person will bring me down.

Yes i know i look fucking retarded and i look like i don't have a neck but....
I am fucking proud that my work got exhibited!
Aside from that, i stalked an Italian and French architect during the exhibition.
Hais... So fun!

You know what i want?
A really fat cat.
A FUCKING FAT CAT!
Just so i could laze around and do nothing with it.
And i'm pretty sure it will never leave my side 'cause it's too fat to run away.
So i would not be alone all the time.
Maybe all i need is a fat cat.
'Cause i'm tired of people.

I really want a fat cat.

It's 3.45 in the morning and here i am, tearing.
I don't know if it's because of the songs i'm listening too, the things i've read or the things i've thought of.
I don't know.
I don't know what my heart wants or feels right now.
It's frustrating when i can't even figure out myself sometimes.
Maybe it's the mood swings. Or is it just me?
Or maybe it's you?
See?

Are you reading this?

I'M SO HAPPY UNTIL PIGS ARE FLYING.
:)

Hard work paid off!
k bye!