“You’ve been crying.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Your cheeks are wet.”
“No, they aren’t.”
“Your pillow is damp.”
“I drooled.”
“You haven’t gone to bed that long.”
“I did it on purpose.”
“You’re too neat for that.”
“Please shut up.”
“I can hold you.”
“You’re not him.”
I am a recluse.
I will die alone.
Today’s song is: Marry Me! (How fascinating..)
michan (2/20/2009 11:31:35 PM): hey yanyandarling
michan (2/20/2009 11:31:41 PM): would i look good in a gothic lolita outfit?
Adrian Bono (2/20/2009 11:32:36 PM): well migilalabsh i’d say you’d look good without any clothes on.
Adrian Bono (2/20/2009 11:32:47 PM): so yes.
michan (2/20/2009 11:33:35 PM): but in the end you’ll forget about me
Adrian Bono (2/20/2009 11:34:10 PM): thank bob you’re pretty.
michan (2/21/2009 8:13:20 PM): (thank god i’m pretty or else yanyandarling would be hiding from me too 
) )
Adrian Bono (2/21/2009 8:14:05 PM): (salig lang ka buanga ka. ))*
Adrian Bono (2/22/2009 3:56:09 AM): marry me!!!!
michan (2/22/2009 3:56:26 AM): why?
Adrian Bono (2/22/2009 3:56:41 AM): good question.
* you’re just lucky, you idiot
Emilie Autumn! <3