You're the only way my time is measured

THE woman's writing an "essay" letter for me and she doesn't know I am blogging for her. She looks like a retard though but she was nice enough to get me Hot Chocolate cos I was having bad cramps, but of course nothing's free in this world, so I bought her b&j ice cream. I think she's done, so I'm off too (:

I love you. (: