Love is like having the flu. Your cheeks get red & hot, your tummy starts to churn the butterflies. The butterflies in your stomach are starting to give you a headache, and you just can’t help the way you feel.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny