I'm not the type that have imaginary wedding when I was 12. I'm not the type that appreciates pretty, gorgeous things. Black is my new pink since I could have a say in nail polish colours! Putting on the white dress with lower volume of my pitch would be something that I'm not looking forward to. They misunderstood me...
But for those that knew me well, will definitely feel my rush for different and unique things. Still undefined, but the feeling is obvious.
My eyes for rocks just keep on rocking from the early beginning of the haunting. I was so freaking nervous on the investment. But it turns out obsoletely brilliant!
They might not want to understand it, but doesn't mean I have to part of the ignorance.
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