Seems like I drove someone into desperation yesterday, and he became uber panicky. Okay, I know you're still waiting for that perfect moment, and til then, I'll still be waiting for your question which you already know the answer to. Speak about formality. You just drive me up the wall with your crazy words, but that's what made you so special. I'm superficially dumb, and yet you're ever-so-willing to be a part of my life. You're only going to make life even sweeter, my Super Sunshine.
Reasons for my insomia:
You
That insane woman who sleeps beside me
You
Projects, projects, projects
You
Looks like I'm only going to get more and more insomiac if you continue with your corny SMS-es.
But I'll get used to it.
We'll get used to it.
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