What the hell is going on in there...
I've met alot of really immoral people in the last six years. It leaves a really bad perception of going out into the world. I always kept to myself when I was little. The day I started hanging out with people, bad shit happened. It just keeps getting worse. I kindof want to go with a goody goody the next time around just so I know there'll be nothing prodding me to do any of this shit. Ashley would bitch slap me if I didn't give the other side proper attention. Okay, there it is.
There was a person's hair in my bed! I hate stray hairs.
There was a person's hair in my bed! I hate stray hairs.