Have you ever felt your life is like a freaky movie or a soap opera? Or it's like a fairytale and you are the protagonist of that story, and you are having this weird trepidation of uncertainty whether you're going to get the happily ever after ending, like those Disney fairy-tale princesses or your story is probably going to end like a Shakespeare tragedy?
Well, that's how I'm feeling now as I sat cross-legged on Brad's bed wearing his T-shirt that's raking of his cologne. That it smells so good I can't help but sniff it. I am totally weird.
I am staring ceiling with my fingers curled around aug of steaming coffee, sipping on it as if my life depended on it, as last night's events played through my mind like a flashbacks scene from a movie. Going to that charity gala Ball with the sociopath Chris Anderson, because of my brother.
