Of black lace and pearls.

Here I am, at 2.38am, sitting on my bed. In the dark. Wide awake. And wondering why my life isn't played out like a book. Genre: Chicklit.

But I guess 'things don't always go our way'.

What's with me and cliches? I have been practically spamming them in all my writings.
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I would like to find a nice quiet cafe to do my homework next semester. My heart's really divided when it comes to school. I used to be so focused. But now, dramas and beauty are big parts of my life. I would like to go back to the way things were. Just so that there's stability.
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I have just one more week of holidays left. How fast is that? I'm gonna be 22 (My cousins happily observed that 10 years from now, I'll be married with kids in tow. It used to be 20 years.)

I'm thinking of ways to decorate my room. I have ideas for my vanity area. I'll need to get some shelves though. But I'm a little tight on money now. Having just splurged on ASOS and f21.

Back-to-school essentials.

Yeah right. Think: Gym socks. Laced hosiery.

Obsessed is a mild word to describe me.
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The last week.

I want it to be all about me.