I hate being sick. I hate getting fever in the middle of the night. I hate waking up with a fucking headache that hurts so much it's like suicide bombers just crashed in it or something. I hate looking shittier than usual. I hate using so many tissues my nose is actually peeling off. Most of all I hate being alone when I'm sick, half a globe away from my big bed in my parents' house, where I can snuggle under warm comforters and watch teevee and be pampered by my mom who's always extra concerned about me when I'm sick. I miss the hot tea's and breakfast/lunch in bed, the excuse for getting anything I want.
I HATE BEING AN ADULT
/manja mode
I've got the bombs to make you blow / the beats to it bang
Cendol terrorist. Aspiring henna artist. Ink addict. Raksasa. Indecisive. Roars when buttons are pushed. Nocturnal. Bed lover. Flip flops. Messy hair. Born in Sabah, in Europe for the past decade. Loves to eat, crawl under the sheets, smoke in rain, sleep at the beach.
Quiet down I need to make a sound
go back to being a kid, now stop drinking vodka lime, no more alcohol for youuuu
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