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.
"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?- Whiskers
Procrastinate syndrome
So my mother woke up and saw my room’s lights were still on. She went inside my room and checked my clock. She said “Christine, it’s 3 am already!” I laughed.
If you have read before, I kept my nonfunctioning clock as it is on my wall. It still works though, but in slow motion. I have no plans in changing its batteries.
Who needs clocks when I ignore them?
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