I just had one of the most satisfying showers with my new purchase from Watsons earlier today, a Ginvera Green Tea body scrub. I'm aware Ginvera's a tad fuddy-duddy, but I swear it's pretty damn good. It's not as coarse as some body scrubs I've tried before. In fact, I reckon it gives a gentler scrub than Bodyshop scrubs do. I realised I used "scrub" 3 times in the last 2 sentences. Saying it 3 times consecutively actually makes you feel like you're in a shower, or feel like showering. Try it. Scrub scrub scrub.

So I deliberated here and there through out the day, what I should blog about tonight. If I should even blog at all.

As Bay rightfully puts, I'm an emo child. That I mull over everything and anything that upsets me, and could potentially upset me. But it seems as of late, my brooding habits have been lifted and those dreary thoughts seem to only come and go, scraping the surface. Which is, honestly, a complete dissonance between my head and my heart. And it does no good in feeding my innate emo beamo.

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I actually typed paragraphs worth of thought, only just to highlight everything and delete them altogether. Figured they should be locked away instead.

One last note before I beckon to bed.

Do you wonder how it feels when someone fails to acknowledge you..? And as you fight this battle in your head whether it's something you should mind, you can't help but wonder if you'd rather it be the way it is.

Good night.