Why is everything so wishy-washy? Where is the passion? Desire? Yearning? This felt like drinking a flat soda that's been left sitting for half a day. Still drinkable but nothing special. Maybe I'm just in a mood but I'm so sick and tired of the nonchalance. （￣へ￣）
Why is everything so wishy-washy? Where is the passion? Desire? Yearning? This felt like drinking a flat soda that's been left sitting for half a day. Still drinkable but nothing special. Maybe I'm just in a mood but I'm so sick and tired of the nonchalance. （￣へ￣）