A perfect Friday evening.



Late in the days of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.


Friday after done with the papers, meeting SzeLyy is primary essential.






It was a bright cold day in February, and the clocks were striking thirteen. We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall
We had korean food, KYUNG JOO at Midvalley.
















End 5 hours dating, with an icecream <3









now, i am tired.



 bye already.

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