Oh, the sound of settling.
I'm so used to this pattern that I can predict the next year of my life. Almost like palm reading only without knowing where my life line or my love line is.
There are so many things I want to do. Eventually.
My big brother wants to have a baby. I hope his sperm is inadequate. He doesn't deserve to be happy. I think [hope] I do (deserve to be happy).
I like you.
[Un]Eventful day. And I still hate everyone that I know.
I talk without even thinking anymore. I surprise myself with the things that I say sometimes. People are so unintelligent in general. I want to be better when I grow up.
There are so many things I want to do. Eventually.
My big brother wants to have a baby. I hope his sperm is inadequate. He doesn't deserve to be happy. I think [hope] I do (deserve to be happy).
I like you.
[Un]Eventful day. And I still hate everyone that I know.
I talk without even thinking anymore. I surprise myself with the things that I say sometimes. People are so unintelligent in general. I want to be better when I grow up.