life works in mysterious mysterious way;

life is complicated, and yet life is the thing that keeps us going.

it's 6am and imma being whiny. i think my uterus and the hormones have alot to do with that since the aunt just paid me a visit, but nonetheless, imma whiny.

but, as whiny as i am, i can't find any words to put down what imma thinking. imma thinking about a whole lots of things. like, if you can look into my mind right now, it will be all in a flash movie parts with random people popping in and out, random events that don't even connect and random objects appearing here and there.

a certain person said that i have alot of cravings. you bet damn right your ass that i do.

i want this, i want that, i want to go back to europe, i want to conjure a magical place that somehow magically ALL my friends are there (and when i mean ALL, i mean every fucking body i'd come across in my life in whichever country i was in), i want chelsea to win triple this year, i want J.K.R to write more harry potters, i want to be able to wear killer stilettos for 20 hours straight and not feel a tinge of pain, i want PMS to go away, i want macarons from ladurée, i want each and every single balenciaga collection, i want...

the list is fucking endless.

and the thing is, i like my cravings. it can consume me, but it keeps me going. it pushes me to work towards it, so who says cravings are bad?

i mean, how bad can a chocolate cream macaron be for you?

imma whiny. and the fact that i don't know why imma whiny and the point of being whiny, i whined.

life is great, but life is a bitch. no one dies a virgin because life fucked us all over. amen.


*mwahs @ 11:08 PM