Never tell someone you love them,

Unless they've said it to you first.

I wish that there's something such as pixie dust,

and there's really tinkerbell in the world.

Then, with pixie dust, all I have to do is trust it and fall

and open up my eyes realising that I'm actually flying.

How does it feel like to fly over the city and feel the air below you rising?

Must be exciting!

Anyway, I'll make do with my new blogskin.

and I absolutely think it looks nice(:

Bye. Screw you.