How is it that I can look so bad on certain days. Like today. Puffy eyes, dishevelled hair, pimples on my face. What more.

Bee's gone on another overnight exercise. which means that there will be no call nor message tonight. I think I can survive. I think. How did he even fall in love with me in the first place got me thinking real hard. I mean, I'm not exactly the best looking girl and I've got my bad days, and I'm really indecisive. Hm, a question only he can answer, I suppose.

On a side note, dreams are really tough to follow.