It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.
Thursdays are for virginities.
Wednesdays are for chocolates.
Mondays are for bad moods and sluggish work.
Fridays are for celebrating and partying.
Saturdays are for church.
Sundays are for moping and studying.
Tuesdays are for sobering.
I'm confused, disappointed, and... and... uh...confused.
I don't know what to do.
It's all the more saddening that I don't even have the money to pamper myself to a whole day of spa, manicure, pedicure, body cleaning, massaging, and those other things you get when you pamper yourself.