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
It’s either there’s a construction site some miles away, or I’m hearing my heart beat in my ears. It’s either love is short, but forgetting is long, or forgetting is just really impossible. It’s either I should find for the answers to these, or I should sleep.
I should sleep.
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