I don't know whats your type. Maybe you thought i was your "type" but oh clearly not. I don't know how long it's been (because I don't believe in monthsaries or anniversaries because ive got a bad memory, to each his own) but it feels long enough for you to deduce that I'm not good for you. And you're not good for me. But sometimes you're perfect for me, I don't know what you feel about me lah but sometimes I think I'm awesome enough for you. I don't think mums would like me much because all I can do is bake cupcakes and I dress funny and I'm quiet around people I don't know, I'm bookish but I've zero street smarts and I can't speak my mother tongue well but I know you'd like me even if I wasn't the most homeliest girl around. Or so I think. I hate people that preach so don't preach to me about what sort of girl I "should" be. So my heart and lungs are black or I like dialing you up when I get tips but I just need someone there to tell me I'm not alone and not put down the phone even if I'm calling you ten times at 5am. It's the most fucked up loneliest feeling in the world. It dont mean shit to me if the whole world judges me if I've got you so why'd you have to switch sides now?