go on, make my day.

i hate it when i cant describe how i feel. i'm supposed, allegedly, to be a writer.

halloween is coming soon! not that i celebrate it, but i just thought i'd get in the mood a little. i like my blog backgrounds to be a little scrapbookish, it's like having a scrapbook without actually having to go through all the trouble of making it. not to mention saving $$$. YAY.

i realise that english teachers can be uncreative sometimes, favouring instead to stick to the so called norm and be safe so much so that they have really rigid boundaries for what you can and cannot do for essays. it irritates me. and seriously, she's supposed to be a lit teacher and she doesn't even understand some symbolism? all of a sudden, i'm worried for my lit grade. or maybe she wasn't trying hard enough, which isn't fair because i put a whole lot of effort into that essay, and she picks someone else's just because it was typed? really.

well, i can't describe this feeling but i'm not fighting it. i finally identified the reason why i love talking to you and that's because you're so damn unpredictable. and that's a good thing. you were the first person ever to make me see things differently and the only one who dared to tell me things straight up. so thank you.

but who wants the sugar with no spice?

i knew there was a reason why i still love him <3

♥ always,

hazel.