just when i'm mugging, these painters are standing right infront of me. it make me think that they have the ability to fly. okay, so retard.
and they are like painting and smiling and painting and smiling and painting.
good customer service. now i draw up my curtain and they are still peeping through the sides of my curtains.

like whatever, you cant imagine how i look like in every pathetic morning.

okay. once again, my boring post.


p/s: 不要再说是他没那么喜欢你，其实是你没那么喜欢他。