Brand NEw
It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to turn out to be all of your best friends. . .
Senior year, finally.
It's only the third week and already i'm sick of this schoool, this town, and the whole thought that i'm sooooo close to graduation but not quite makes me physically ill.
I'm haveing some real problems. I'm ready to move out.
Senior year, finally.
It's only the third week and already i'm sick of this schoool, this town, and the whole thought that i'm sooooo close to graduation but not quite makes me physically ill.
I'm haveing some real problems. I'm ready to move out.