blah poo on a stick
Hellooo beautiful people. I'm at JMU typing... and such. Andrea says there's gonna be a lot of drunk people migrating here tonight. How exciting.
Too much drama, none of it involves me. It makes me sad. It's like everybody's dancing in a perfect little circle of love drama (a loves b, but b loves c, and c is in love with d, who is blablabla). And then there's Melissa. In the middle of the circle, nothing affecting her, no one loving her. It's rather depressing. It makes me sad. Because the person I like I know will never love me, because he just doesn't think of me like that. And it sucks. And y'all know who it is, so I'm not even gonna bother saying it. :(
Blah. I feel like Blah. And Poo. Blah Poo on a stick.
Too much drama, none of it involves me. It makes me sad. It's like everybody's dancing in a perfect little circle of love drama (a loves b, but b loves c, and c is in love with d, who is blablabla). And then there's Melissa. In the middle of the circle, nothing affecting her, no one loving her. It's rather depressing. It makes me sad. Because the person I like I know will never love me, because he just doesn't think of me like that. And it sucks. And y'all know who it is, so I'm not even gonna bother saying it. :(
Blah. I feel like Blah. And Poo. Blah Poo on a stick.