i am writing about you:
i don't like you few gossiping all around, running everyone down,
i don't like you two staring rudely at me
i don't like you disrespecting me
but mostly, i hate myself for not believing i am brilliant.
i am brilliant!
no, it does not work
i am not setting my heart on much this year, cause i almost always end up accomplishing many things each and every single one of it off the list.
i wish of having my family safe, of passing cambridge and of being ballanced.
i love you much. meet you on the 10th.
