but tomorrow feels like any other ordinary day.
sigh...
i should be doing this
but instead i'm googling michael phelps.
judging by the fact that i'm still in my baju kurung at 9 in the evening, i can confidently say that today was not one of my best days.
"am i not pretty enough
am i too outspoken
i live, i breathe, i let it rain on me
i laugh, i feel, i make believe it's real
i fall, i freeze, i pray down on my knees
why do you see right through me?"
