A girl who loves chocolates, tomyam, spaghetti, shopping, travelling, photography, reading
Talks less but thinks more, or maybe more than you ever imagined....

thegirlnextDOOR

Time sometimes is quite a frightful counting tool.
Im somehow quite afraid of looking at time.

A second of receiving bad news will let me feel utterly down.
A minute of hp msges will turn my whole day into extreme sadness.
An hour of no reply from the receiver means it's hopeless to be receiving another msg.
A day without any happy news will eventually turn myself into large, deep and dark hole.
It turns me down once and again.
Time is no doubt, harmful to me. Im sensitive.. I think a lot... Im juz like that...
Time leads me to sadness. I dislike waiting. Im beginning to detest time..