my *'s meant hate, sweetheart.

i **** you.
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
K. KL. WNKRRR.
I love new people. They make me happy. Mr H, i am so greatful to you for saying that, even though you call me babe and say you hate me about every five minutes.

Today, i looked at my hand, and saw a soft pink colouring that was once a deep red gash, full of fluff and pouring with blood. I think it's a miraculous thing that in less than a week i have new skin. Time, it only takes time. Just like everything else.

This week i have come to realise something else pretty amazing too. I'm not sure if it's real yet, but it's a very bizarre feeling, one i thought that would never ever exist. Hmmm, there's a surprise around ever corner. Let's see where this one takes us kiddies.