A sleep-deprived being who doesn’t know how to comb her hair. Just another typical cat, making records of her troubles, stating her disillusionment about the society, giving out moronic thoughts over the most insignificant things and some of a hundred everyday menaces. And yes, cats do these.

These are the proofs of my crime, the truth behind my every lie.

(^._.^)

Claire. Had seen no more than nineteen summers.

 

  P.S.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Phil. 4:13

P.S. II

I tend to make "P.S." and I don't know why. I just do.

P.S. III

See?

P.S. IV

And um, meow?

The sun is going down. I am now waking up.

This day, specifically the hot weather, is making me crazy. It made me crazy.

It makes me want curl up inside my cold blanket and sleep all day while listening to Oliver’s sweet meow. Then my sister would knock on my door and would tell me to go down to eat some ice cream. Then we would watch Phineas and Ferb all day, as if it is the only show that I can tolerate to watch. Then I would get back to my room and sleep again. Then my mother would knock and tell me to go down and eat supper. Then I would realize it’s already evening and the hot sun is now on the other side of the earth, and that’s the time I would wake my senses up. And then…

Ms. Claire, what’s the answer for number 56? I was already absorbed by my day dreams that I forgot I was in class. All my classmates stared at me and laughed. I pretended I was thinking, and then I asked my seatmate what was the answer. Good thing she told me the right one. After reciting, I gave her a handful of candies. My bag has an entire supply of candies and chocolates.

Good thing the sun is setting now. My sanity is getting back.

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