The nonstop party which is..
My mind gone off to Hell. And I say konnichiwa to Satan. He who is kind enough to give the free water, and occasionally some "panda".
Nah im kidding. But everytime I think (and as much as it seems that I dont do this, it infact occurs a lot) its always ends up turning into some sort of critical fault finding on myself. And as much as I dont really like it, there's probably some good there. Atleast there better be cause I cant seem to let it go.
Who thinks I'm good enough?
Baa Im whining arent I? Whateva my journal right? Im doin it again! Nyaaaaa I dont feel worthy..and its already 3am. I was gonna try and sleep early cause I sure as hell need it.
!Carrissa's house!
Is always the never ending party! Well..until all the people are gone. It even spilled over into the mall. My second home, both! We live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here, we live here...
I see everyone else and I see me. Then
I Think Things.
"don't you want somebody to love?
don't you NEED somebody to love?
wouldn't you love somebody to love?"
would you like fries with that? no really what can I do for you?