It's six in the afternoon and I can't sleep. I was planning to sleep early today. Apparently, it's too early to be asleep. I'm not feeling well.
Okay, I'm trying to hide my emo side.
There is an emotive side in everyone.
I shall erase all the emotive crap.
And move on.

I just realized how lovely my eraser smells. It's small and yellow. And I want to eat it. If you have not seen it, please do not blame me for being strange.
You do not know how tempting it is. I've been smelling it for the past half hour.
Fine, I am strange. Do I care about what you think?
Not exactly.
That wasn't crapping up there.
I'll show you crapping.
But not now.
Maybe next time.

My dad just arrived from the Philippines. He's kinda moving back and forth from one country to another. So is my mom. It's cool when there aren't any parents around. It's like woohoo.
You probably don't understand what I mean by that. Or do you?
You should. So mom's leaving on Monday. Dad's leaving [again] on Wednesday.
It's like woohoo.
Heh. I shall stop saying that.

My lips are bleeding. And I ate Arnott's Shapes. Salty? Yes. Very.
And do you know how it feels to have salt TOUCH your wounds?
Yes? No?
Whatever.

digame que usted me ama.
tell me you love me.

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