hey, you fucking faggot
I'm starting to realize how much I'm "growing up" and how much I have to do to get ready for the real world. I know what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want to write. I am not concieded but I know my work is good and it would bring a lot of joy and hope to this world.
I haven't talked to Peter since Saturday, it worries me.
I am making new friends, which is good. Well sorta new friends. I don't like hanging out with people that much.
I'm so sick, it sucks. I don't think I'm going to school again tomorrow.
Will some pretty gury or broad write me a love letter?
I miss Tina.
I haven't talked to Peter since Saturday, it worries me.
I am making new friends, which is good. Well sorta new friends. I don't like hanging out with people that much.
I'm so sick, it sucks. I don't think I'm going to school again tomorrow.
Will some pretty gury or broad write me a love letter?
I miss Tina.