What’s wrong with me? I’m supposed to hate you, for God’s sake! I’m supposed to feel all the pent-up anger that your behavior and arrogance and selfishness had brought into me. But here I am wishing away that you were with me at the parlour today. Whenever I get a piece of juicy gossip, you are the first person I wanna share it with. Whenever I look at my eyebrows and decide that they need to be trimmed, you are the one I think of. Whenever I see a mirror, I see you posing in front of it. Whenever I see a cute guy, I feel like “beeping”, but then I realize what’s the use coz nobody else will get the point. And even if they do, they won’t appreciate the cute point =P.