Weirdly, im not getting that regretful feeling im suppose to when looking back into my bank account. The wonderful figures that threw millions of nasty shopping concepts on HOW IM GONNA SPEND IT ALL into my head now down to less than a quarter of its original amount. I have to confess though, its well spent money for a 17 year old. Went shopping with a few ungrateful pals of mine *hehe grins... (cause they left me at 4.30 FOUR FREAKING THIRTY!) And i had to spend the rest of my day alone. Spent a few hundred bucks on shirts, jeans, belt and wallet in Top Shop. Somehow the new years almost ready for me. Works getting really stressful, im not getting any younger. No more time for games and that un-necessary day dreaming like what normal teenagers do. I can't help but to see through my days with a sigh thinking of how far i've drifted away from innocence. I do miss alot of things; like what the hell, everyone does.
PS; I wana go paintball!
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