NANDI MOOR
Grace Kelly by MIKA
‘Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Walk out the door!
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Walk out the door!
Humphry, we're leaving!
Ca-ching!’
“Oh, that was fun! I could do it again,” I said as we walked down the stage. Enzo and I were doing karaoke at some nightclub and I am enjoying every bit of it.
After our time spent at the park, we drove back home and I did not feel like having anything to eat anymore because I was exhausted and my eyes needed to shut down for a while, which was long. I ended up sleeping from 1 PM until around 6 PM. When I
