Ah, I want to have a secret diary in a secret annexe of my house. So when it gets published, I would be famous like Anne Frank. Probability? 0. Z-E-R-O. I mentioned it to my friend. And he say 'why do you want to be like Anne Frank? I mean, she only got famous after she died. You want to be famous after you die?'

Only a certain someone makes my heart palpitate against my sternum. -.-

My giving in doesnt mean I dont mind.

thank you bestfriend, for always being there.

And also kudos to Mr. concentrated crap. (: