'Cause when it rains:

 

Black Top: Vintage find/ Brown lace camisole (not very seen): Handmade/ White poofy, lace-y skirt: Vintage find/ Black ankle boots: Given by my Tita. But the box says Fioni./ Rings: Bargained.

I'm on the third week of my sem-break and I'm bore out of my wits. Hence, the picture. I posed on the bed because the lighting sucks at any other part of the house. And the rain made it even gloomier than it already was, seriously, it's depressing.

On a different note, I pretty much told myself I need to continue this blog. With readers or not. Whutever. LOL.

This is more of an obligatory picture too that I've pushed at the back of my mind, so it's delayed for about a week.

Better Than Revenge

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer. I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him. She came along, got him along, and let's hear the applause. She took him faster than you can say sabotage. I never saw it coming, nor did I suspected it, I underestimated just who I was dealing with. She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum, she underestimated just who she was stealing from.

She's not a saint and she's not what you think, she's an actress, better known for the things that she does on the mattress. Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends She should keep in mind, there is nothing I do better than revenge.

She lives her life like it's a party and she's on the list. She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever present frown is a little troubling and she thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things. But sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go. Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me. But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity.

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing? 'Cause I don't think you do.