anything you want in the world.

In exactly a month's time, yours truly will turn 21. God, how time fucking flies. And, my face is getting atrocious by the day. I'm getting all these fucking hideous breakouts. Hell, I hate December. On a lighter note, this song has been on repeat mode since Thursday.

But baby, baby I run, but I'm running to you You won't see me cry, I'm hiding inside My heart is in pain but I'm smiling for you Oh baby I'll try to make the things right.