illusions of a picturesque quintessence.

stop it. stop it. stop it.
stop pretending and putting up the facade of care.
i know you couldn't care less.
you have your life now
all i ask is for you to cease.
please?

nothing but pure illusions of a picturesque quintessence. my weekend of fun and happiness and highness from orientation's all gone cos of you. and on top of that i have a man-voice. great.