Eight animals.

I am sad.

I am ill.

I lost my phone.

I lose my memory.

I fell out of love.

I am weak.

I forgot to eat eggs.

I ate alot alot, alot of cod fish.

I am lazy.

I need my phone back.

I want to get well.

I want my phone back.

I want a nice body.

I want very long hair.

I want my phone back.

I want smooth complexion.

I want people to stop thinking that Singapore is in China or Thailand.

I want to be a good girl.

I want my phone back.

I want to go to social on chinese new year eve.

I want to eat and not grow fat.

I want my phone back.

I want nice teeth.

I want my phone back!

I want my phone back.

I want my phone that is still ringing back before it runs out of battery.

I want my legs to be bruises free, they look cool but ugly seriously.

I want my body to stop produce disgusting green-yellowish phlegms.

I want to go to the library.

I want my phone back.

I want to stop thinking about whoopwhoop.

I want my phone back.

I want to fight and win boys.

I want a proper poke fight with sam pratley.

I want to cook very nice aglio olio for serene.

I want my phone back.

I want to buy liverpool stuff for my brother.

I want my age to stop increasing.

I want so many things, but many seem to be achievable.

I j u s t w a n t m y p h o n e b a c k n o w :'(