People call it diary, but I love being slightly different despite looking extremely common. So I call this journal, a chronolog. It just basically means a record of what happens during a certain time. This edition though, is a hello august, goodbye july, and what's up september type of chronolog. Why? Because I'm getting close to August and it smells like a nice bakery in a cold country. Very buttery, like a melting moment of a handsome guy and hopeless romantic's encounter.
I don't mean to sound quirky, but if in any case you fall in love, I'm sorry in advance. By the way July, went like I rode a roller coaster when I didn't even buy the ticket. It felt like expensively free spending.
If you are offered to write a roller coaster with no safety belt, would you ride for the free ticket? But it was a well then situation anyway. And my brother said, be grateful of a dripping honey from a dead tree. And I am grateful, for the dripping honey from a dead tree. But do I drink it? Uh.
Hello July, I want to ask if you ever knew me personally. Because almost everyone I met, meet me again like you. Mercilessly cruel. I wouldn't say I was hugely heart broken, I just say I hope August has never met my angry side.
Short things long, July was a revenge from an old friend. But long things short, August is like mint flavored chocolate gelato. The sound of fanciness, proven with taste!
This July cheers goes to all broken hearts for the fact that we couldn't catch up with the past in someone else's version. Despites of raising a glass, I would toast to a perhaps. Perhaps we were meant to be something, or just meant to meet and talk. But despites, in loving memory of July, we all fell in love with life. And it's dripping honey from a dead tree.
Cheers!
Au revoir, July~
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mauvey chronolog
ChickLitmauvey, it is indeed a selfish way to name a vibe. but i am mauvey. nanda mauvey. never think never happens in ever and ever happens in never. quirky? no, odd? no, so what? just mauvey. don't doubt, research!
