My birdie is my best friend.

Mint lip gloss burns. Maybe I have an allergic reaction. Or I'm just crazy. But now I don't look sad anymore. My mum looked at me, and was all 'You look really sad.' x_X

Come out sun, shine! Please. Bwah, I want nice weather.

MAC, and impending doom, calls. It's going to be interesting. [God. Help me.]

Miiol: HAI HAI HAI, HAI HAI HAI! ...Wha? Don't look at me like that.