Desire.

You know what? Ever since that night, I've been doing some serious thinking.

In case you're wondering which night was it, it was the night where I couldn't care less about everything, or anything. Will explain in detail next time.

I want to be a slut.
I want to be a whore.
I want to be a bitch.
I want to be a playgirl.
I want to be wild.
I want to be reckless!

I want to prove to myself that I can get it over with it.

The scene that my friend and I witnessed today made me even more annoyed!!! I don't really know what was the reason behind of me getting angry over something worthless, but I'll find out tomorrow I guess. I hope this works.

A few of them had been warning me not to let it happen on that day, let alone think about it... but nothing can ever stop me from doing the necessary.

I pity this person and I really want to lend a hand though I can't really do much but to warn this person.

What was it with that smile? Why put a smile on our face when we don't really mean it? Or when we were actually cursing that person behind our backs?

What you did when I logged in, was it on purpose? Mine was.

***