damn. couldn't work properly because I didn't feel ok. oh well. gotta be better tomorrow and shut my mouth and say i'm well, since i keep doing this. looks like i've gotta train with waterproof make-up and find means to avoid having red eyes, since i'm being reduced to that; nevermind then. i'll fix up a smile and go get some handkerchiefs.why for hell's sake am i so scared of next week?! this text is as grey as the sky outside...
why am I so happy when I get flowers?why do many girls like me love getting some and feel all warm and fuzzy the moment they touch a petal from the bunch they just received?it must sound stupid to a guy, but that's the way it is. a female will always like such a gift, even if it's just been picked up from a field, even if it's useless and doesn't last long once it's been plucked... we love a flower's meaning, for it's one of the simplest signs of love, and we need them I guess. okay, chocolate anyone?
