I dreamt of Harry Styles. Woke up to Monday and a headache. Panadols don’t work anymore. Headaches always lead to slight fever and there is no exception for today.
So someone said this to me “How is it possible that Beatrice Lim is sleeping alone?” Beats me, I wonder why too.
But as I started zoning out in the train, I began to think. Am I willing or will I ever be willing to give up my freedom? Errrrr. My head hurts.
And fucking sorry to this couple because I’m really reluctant to shift my butt to give up my seat just to see you both getting touchy and lovely dovey.
Signing off as the forever single and salty Bea. Bye fuckers.