WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMON, MAKE LEMONADE
Her response derogated and came to me as an aspersion. Am I that execrable a person? Your words are causing my head to swell. I have never felt such torpidity. Should I relinquish? I'm gonna boot that thought from my mind. My brain is spewing not only with Biology Chapter 6, but also her.

I'm in the prime of my salad days, but I am languishing in my own world. Maybe I'm just bootless, therefore causing this to happen. How should I stop this preoccupation? Perhaps it's just a chimera. I just hope that she is salubrious.

My cousins are egoistic, narcissistic and absolutely in a world of their own.

Deborah, the apple of everyone's eyes, takes centre stage each time she appears on the boulevard. She's living in a malediction, one which causes so many people to turn their heads to look at her, and fall for her and yearn to cradle her in their arms. Everyone is repleted with her and she is potentated to control every person's thoughts, causing them to waiver whenever she wants. Yet, she is a patrician, for noble heart gives and takes like how your shit can fall out of your asshole.

Jonathan, yet another raconteur.
In his eyes, he has a dashing mien. Perhaps he's egoistic, or people think he is absolutely revolting and retarded, but to me, he is the sun in my world. He brings me warmth, love and tender-loving care. Time after time, many girls dream of pouncing into his cradle of love, and died to have a part in his ventricles/atriums, giving him the evanescence of life, blood. Many others attempted to interpolate our everlasting relationship, but his capacious heart was bursting with our memories.

To end off, i just dont feel too well after posting!

it's 12:41 AM now