Pikachu, I choose you.

'What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.'

My life actually revolved around that sentence, it gave me hope of the better things to come. Yet, now, at 18 you kinda wonder, whether this sentence speaks the truth. I've been pretty optimistic about almost everything, too optimistic at times when i'm supposed to be at a bottomless pit. My dad told me, for example, if I were to get hit by a bus, it doesn't kill me, but paralyzes me, that is proof that I am stronger? That's my dad for you, an optimistic pessimist. Just my random thought of the night.

Today, has been dull and lifeless. Hope tomorrow is slightly more exciting! Going to meet up with my cousin for some tomyum, YES! tomyum! The only thing that can make my heart feel like a million tiny butterflies fluttering around, oh and you of course. I think I've painted my nails a gazillion times tonight, infront of the fan, with my mum nagging of course, not to paint under the fan. As much as she nags, I love her for being the way she is, caring and understanding with a pinch of old granny syndrome. Same goes with my dad, tough and loving with a pinch (when I say pinch, I actually mean tons and tons) of protective instincts over me. Its 4:16am and I ought to be asleep, so I guess i'm just going to lie in bed and fall into my wonderland!

Goodnight everybody, sweetdreams you.