Mm. Fun times.
I was on tinierme.com yesterday and playing around.
Until this spanish chick came in and asked people if they knew the espanol (too lazy to find the actual letter on alt codes).
I only have a basic knowledge of it.
Of course, being as my (pen?) name is spanish, she latched on to me.
I felt like crying when I told her.
Regret is seeping out of my pores, yo.
(I'm feeling a little out of sorts. Just felt like sharing so when I look back I can bring up the sad memories and cry a little more.)
Is it possible to fake the normal teenage shit? 'Cause I feel like I'm doing a great job at that.
Now I'm off to concentrate on something that isn't me spewing worn sentences about adolescence.
THIS IS A LIE, FOLKS. It ain't possible.