Tongue-tied as I may be,
I tried to play cool.
Our swansong was nothing more than that very night
And baby, I've tried to hold my tears back.
What more is expected from me?
And when the memories haunt me
I continued to plea for more.
My last assignment to be due later, presentation to be done.
Then, I'll be freeee.
Party next thursday and the twenty second.
I'm going to shake my stress away.
I hope Tara would be nice and let me off at eight next thur:)(
My mom ate my chocolates !
Not my fault:)(
I'll never like the number Three.

