I should blog about this, because, well, no reason actually.
I blew a big big hole in my pocket. I went shopping with XT when I'm broke. You're a joke, Elle. Yeah, well, I'm broke, and retail therapy isn't doing its therapeutic wonders.
I bought beautiful things that my religious parents would throw me to hell for. Spent over a hundred bucks I think, I don't even dare look at my bank book. Omg no way. I think, I shall devote the next 5 months to depositing money.
I shall surprise Hokes with my new look tomorrow. I finally have more than one dress zomg clap for me people, clap!
I realised, I live for what I see in his eyes when he looks at me.
Now that I have it, I don't know if I can live without it.
No, you don't really understand. (I just like to say that regardless your understanding)
I want time to stop at a nice time.
The things I really want to say, cannot be put in words.
Not that I don't want to. I don't know how to.
For an expressive person, I sure am failing at expressing.
Love,
Elle
