i'm 24..
neurotic..
unpredictable..
i watch NBA as much as i can..
i love the Boston Celtics..
i'm in love with Paul Pierce..
certified coffee addict..
i like reading books..
designer bags and shoes..
i could never afford them though..
i love my family and friends..
i'm in a relationship with my imaginary boyfriend..
most of the pics i post here i got from the net..
some of them i did myself..
i work in call center..
i'm a so-called quality specialist..
whatever that means..
i've tried keeping blogs all my life but somewhere along the way they always get lost..
i like putting my myself out there then breathing my feelings in here..
i know i'm weird and i love it..
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i’m so tired thinking of you.. wondering what you did, what you will do and what you’re doing.. i hate this feeling and i don’t want to ask you anymore.. it’s just not you to share but it’s just not me to ask as well.. i’m just a little bit scared because we go on for days like this and it gets more and more frustrating everytime..
