Saturday, February 20, 2010 8:44 PM
so let the wind blow ;
let it mess with my hair,
let it caress my cheeks.
Over the phase of constantly changing moods whenever i chance upon u.
Over the phase of thinking of u.
Over the phase of caring for u.
Wants to party .
Damn.
The more stressed out i get,
the more i wanna party and go wild.
Indeed, my brain has auto shoved memories of screwed up tests & adjusted itself into party mode.
Damn .