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I feel so lousy. Everything went well for twelfth night except part Bi. I just didnt know how to answer what is effective at that point of time. Damn. I feel like crap now. Literature is like my hope and i screwed it up? So, i was flagging for a cab after the paper and i just flared up while talking to him on the phone and went straight home instead. Aye, shall meet baby later when i am feeling better. Sorry love.
♥ With love, Amanda