i hate rainy days. it made me sick. and i just got a fever so bad ive to pop panadols. i hate medicine.
where art thou, sunshine?
Historical at : 11:55 AM
INTRODUCTION
Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I
Saw morning harden upon the wall,
Unmoved, unknowing
That your great going
Had place that moment, and altered all.