then my dad called. He's back in singapore. He didn't tell me. He wants to see me. He didn't tell me. He's leaving next week. He didn't fucking tell me. I mean, seriously? At least give me a week's notice, right? I really, really don't like it when he comes back. Nothing but trouble and PMS from my mom.
Anyway, not gonna aggravate myself. Apparently, Roald Dahl was a douche of epic proportions. Like, srsly.
Really running out of shit to whine about.

Name:If you know it, you know it.
Age:Pfft, age is just a number
Birth: -day cake!
Adores::D
That basically described nothing! Isn't this fun?

I might write something here one day. Might