...order four Gackt's albums and five sexpot tshirts without feeling any guilt!
Ah, I've dreamed about the hotel, last night.
Actually, I dream about the hotel almost every single fucking night, since I was freed from it.
It's not painful, horrible or such. It's just ridicolous.
Sometimes I wake up and think about: "My gosh! I won't be able to make this or that in time!(always referring to foods to prepare or rooms to make ready)"
And then..."STUPID IDIOT OF A FANGIRL! IT'S OVER NOW!!! SO CALM DOWN AND SLEEP!!!"
I can't calm down, at least when I'm in the middle of a nightmare.
So sad, isn't it?
No. Not at all.
So: Mars, Rebirth, Moon and Crescent. Come to me! \( *_*)/ \(*_* )/
Do I have to tease you about my intention in not buying love letter or the compilations?
No, I've teased you enough already. Goodnight.