It's been awhile since I've been here. I've been doing nothing these few days. It feels good. But at the same time, guilty too. I can never live like some people. Only boyfriends or hunbands go to work and I just stay home and do nothing. I'm always envious of such people. Sigh. Our new home is coming in exactly 2 years from now. Don't know should I be excited or not?
And the thought of him. Argh. Just ruined everything. Thinking I would let a room for you and your girlfriend. Why would I even thought of that? You can go die for all I care. With you around, I'll definitely die so much faster. Fucking douchbag.