Here comes the next one.
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. I had a fight with one of my best friends the other night over something incredibly stupid to have admitted on my part. That doesn't even look like a sentence. Oh well. I don't care. I refuse to be talked to like I am a child who doesn't grasp a common emotion. Either way, that fight was bound to happen and I'm not going to be the first to apologize. And he knows I was right.
Mariah, I want to come see you as soon as I can possibly do so. We haven't hung out in the longest time and I feel like a shitty best friend. I want to come to one of your shows and stand in the front row with my "I love Mariah" sign wearing my Glitter t-shirt.
This update was pointless. Good-fucking-bye.
Mariah, I want to come see you as soon as I can possibly do so. We haven't hung out in the longest time and I feel like a shitty best friend. I want to come to one of your shows and stand in the front row with my "I love Mariah" sign wearing my Glitter t-shirt.
This update was pointless. Good-fucking-bye.