Not like u, i'm not a sweet tooth. But somehow i found i sorta can't help out. How come? I don't hav it comin'. Seriously there was even once, i taught myself (for some reason): that'll never gonna work. But look@ the puzzle it gets up to. I c ur defect or part of u i don't quite get along with, just like i know the sweet can harm my teeth or u ain't the absolute flavor. U keep sayin' like "u'r good" or "i'm a fiasco" (i come to think it sounds like a sincere attention getter...heh), and then i'll come up with like "no way, u'r intelligent, u got ur traits" or "@least u'r not lethal"(comfort? or no...) How bold m i! I'm puzzled. I dunno. I'm kinda used to talk-da-talk wth u, watever i'm perky or serious.('fcourse i ain't sweet nd candy-like always) There'r times, one moment i'm happpy while the next i get upset. I just don't feel rite sometimes, coz it's not like it meant 2b. Maybe i'm just glad with the status quo and relutant 2c the change that is upcomin'. My bad.

By jabberin' this i am not claiming. So no worries.

As for the language part, i second u. Awkward it may be, En. did made me feel like i'm shielded, kinda self-deceiving thou.

 

For the weird talkin'

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