I want to forget you and I wish I could tell you to stop calling me. But I can’t. Because the fact is I want you to call me. To ask me where I am. To tell me you miss me.
Sometimes I just don’t understand myself.
Posted on Wednesday October 5th
About me
Oy! My name is Antonette. I love chicklit so much that it makes me think that I'm such a total nitwit. I blab too much and I blab too fast. A self-proclaimed karaoke diva. I love indie, rock n' roll but Britney's still my number one hero. My friends are the Arctic Monkeys, Rumer, Cold War Kids, The XX, Matt and Kim, Friendly Fires, Kele, Architecture in Helsinki, New Found Glory, and a whole lot more. I love books, music, design, and what. And also Neil Etheridge. The O.C. is still the best show ever. I keep myself away from cigarette smokers or what I call as insensitive air pollutants. If I get mad at you, you can always bribe me with boxes of Bizu macarons. And Colombian coffee. TYFYT.
P.S. I am not anorexic.
