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The Story Of My Heart...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
i feel. that i. sold my. soul. to fashion. i feel. dead. drained. angry. tired. i feel. like a. living undead. Yet. why is it. that i'm continuing with this. with new ventures too. * i feel. that i. am derailing. from my original path. i feel. glad. revived. saved. that next week. till friday at least. i'll be free. i'll be free. for 5 days. from the works of. fashion. i'll be free. for studies. Yet. i'll be selling my soul. to yet another. work. essays. deadlines. test. i'll be back to my old love. he's return to embrace me. leaving nothing but fatigue and sleep debts in his wake. why. Why. did i. not take a plane. to paris when i could. now i've got $3000 on my back. a scar to remind me. of lost dreams. * maintenant. i'll have to go. back to torturing. my poor brain cells. i've. become a rotund long cumcumber. * a lil bird. told me. i'll never. get. my white chiffon dress. That cost $34.40 from 'The Trunk Shop' level 2 of OC. It's the last piece. i. heard. that if i buy it. i'll be revoked of my rights. my rights. to get sweet overseas parcels. I want the white chiffon dress so badly. as well as those tie-dyed sunglasses. i've been eyeing them for 2 weeks now. The agony. ._.
