Volume two.

The headache is still there...
I'm done with being angry.
I should learn to appreciate stuff.
The dreams keep on getting weirder.
I finally started the new arc in Fairy Tail.
It has been so long since I actually have had a decent conversation in msn. I quite enjoyed it.
My notebook problem has been solved.
I do not care.
I think it is a good idea to know simply focus on the Germans arrival.
It is also a good idea to talk to people I do not usually talk to or avoid talking to people I talk to everyday.
The score is two to zero with blue leading.
Why am I telling you guys this?
Otome Nadeshiko Koi Techou brought back a desire to watch some sappy romance anime. I have no idea when I actually get to it though.
The more the day passes, the more I have this ridiculous feeling that summer is approaching.
I have a box of strawberries in my kitchen.
I'd try openly ranting, but I am done with being angry.
I want to explain but at the same time, I do not.
Writing my thoughts out properly is too mainstream.
I should probably eat.
I still need to edit my story. Though I have long forgotten about the changes I wished to make.
I want to go to Germany.
My brother had to go to school on a Saturday. I love Gymnasium.
Dengeki Daisy is also quite sappy. I wonder if it has an anime?
I didn't go to practice yesterday, yet my body feels as if I did go there.
I should probably learn the backflip. Not for another week though.
I'm not sure but I think my mind is going in circles again.
Abstract nonsense.
My room looks messier than before.
I toughened up and got rid of all the junk in my room I didn't need.
I'm not sure whether there is now more room on my desk though.
I still miss (s)Sunshine after all. Although it is sunny.
I wonder whether I should bake a cake or just bring some sweets to school.
I shall definitely busy my mind with pointless questions like that.
I'm probably a bother to the whole family right now. But it'll pass in a week.
The number 17 is curiously queer. It seems so pointless.
I just got a weird thought on facebook notifications.
My desk would be a lot cleaner if it weren't for my brother.
I blame other people for things I am actually at fault.
I've written an introduction for a rant that hasn't been written yet.
Helena complex. 'Nuff said.
I am dying for a letter right now.

That's all folks,
H.