I washed my hair with coffee. A triple-strengh coffee.

And it's raining.

And the night is beautiful.

And my nails are pretty.

And I learned to cook new stuff.

And I'm having a compost bin very soon.

And I'm finally gonna paint my room.

And I smell like coffee.

Without having the trouble to make coffee or drink coffee.

Because I smell like coffee.

I smell like coffee.






But something is missing.



I need to feel the rain.
I need to get wet.
And smell the rain.



: D bye bye people.
Envy me.




p.s. For a friend that's always there, Liyana. Happy Sweet Sixteen. I love you.