GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Sunday, September 05, 2010
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❝ Thirty Day Letter Challenge: Day 11 ❞


DAY ELEVEN: A DECEASED PERSON YOU WISH YOU COULD TALK TO


Dear Michael Jackson

I am sorry you died.

Now there is a theory that someone wanted to murder you and then get all your sexy moolah.

I feel sorry for you.

Love
Fiona