I am tired.

Not because from finding the man, but from the chores.

My washroom is shiny, my stove is the color of chrome again, my kitchen cabinet looks like a kitchen cabinet, my tiles are second to mirrors.

Spring cleaning makes me tired. And when I am exhausted, I spend my time sleeping. And when I sleep, I won't think about you. Except when you come into my dream, and kiss me on my cheek.

One right eyelash is falling again. Don' t miss me too much. I don't want to look something from Mars.

:) Good night.



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