the inside of your head is scarred.

I had the worst Christmas ever. See : sulking in my room while my parents think I am studying. Also end up sneaking out and sitting in the park trying to look sad and mysterious while listening to Opeth.

But I did watch THIS to inject some festiveness inside me.

Although I did go out for a party on Christmas eve. I don't know if loud music, booze and drunk girls throwing all over the place is supposed to be fun. Followed by a freak who drives maniacally and consumes cigarettes like a pack of munchies. I really need to find better friends -.-

Last night wasn't half as bad, I went for a sleepover with my sister's friends. We watched Saw and Addams Family. Initially, I meshed in pretty well with these people but eventually I withdrew and occupied an alienated bed with the softest quilt ever.

Other days are plain and boring with my guilt for not studying all over the place. A little voice in my head is still asking me to study while I scroll through these amazing designs by Phoebe English.