My baby's still too complicated till now.
Blood's boiling. All because of the phone / transferring contacts / uploading media / music / album artwork. Again, the perfectionist inside of me takes over insidiously. Sometimes, I just wish I wasn't so fussy and precise.
Still fretting over the phone even after one exact bloody week. Hell man.
Gonna end this by this week. HAH.
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