If It's Love.

You know, I miss my brother. :'(

I miss those time when he'll slap me, throw me, hit me, pour water on me and rub my hair for nothing. 

See? I told you, I grew fatter. There's just nobody there to share my food anymore. 

I became a quiet daughter that stares outside the window when I'm in the car. I used to sing out loud with him. 

I hate it when I miss him so much that I go spam Facebook about how much I miss him and blah. I'm so annoying right? :'( Pity, Facebook. 

Last but not least, I'm sorry for doing this to my blog again. Poor you, blog. 

Hey There Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'll be right there if you're lonely.