someday, when my life has passed me by...

sometimes people need to scream. to release all that tension that built up from maybe just the smallest tick. And sometimes we can be spiteful in those moments but that doesn't mean we hate your guts till every time we look at you you'll disintegrate.

So try to understand : whoever that might be hurt (though I possibly doubt it since this tiny nook of mine is pretty secluded except for the bored readers, you know i love you loads) that it's not that I hate your guts.. I JUST HATE YOU SO MUCH THAT EVERY TIME I LOOK AT YOU I HOPE MY GLARES WILL MAKE YOU EVAPORATE! just kidding of course.seriously.

So the count down is on : 2 months and 20 days before I get to sit on a horrible plane and eat horrible food just so i can see those special peeps and feel like 'I'M HOME' once and for all. count with me too eh?

Things to look forward:

1. Y-O-U (yes i know who you are and i know you can't wait too! *girly squeals*
2. THE FUCKING-MIND-BLOWING FOOD!
3. some sunnny sun.. i'm turning sickly yellow. ugh
4. most of all i just want to be home. yes home.

love

avey