sunshinekid

I am responsible for memories brought back and old feelings rekindled due to my writings. However, please note that the pages here are scratch pads of my life. The entirety is under copyright: my past-life love affairs, my present-day woes, my sucky heart break, my worthy crush, my dim-witted homework, my insomnia, my Midnight encounters, my i-think-this-is-perfect song, my face, my, my, my. I swear never to write about how my once-knight is feeling after the story ended; or about my assumed feelings about the kid's feelings next door; about what I think the panda under my bed feels; about how the sour orange just wanna turn sweet, and waits, then turns bitter; about what I think they think, I think they feel, think they do, think they, they, they. They've got their own diaries to write on. Relate to this, reread what's in here, quote lines, enjoy my life, disregard it. But if you don't like it, stop-- for it shall be on me if green-eyed monsters be created and high-blood pressure be suffered. Don't say I didn't warn you, though. :))