I get mad when I don't listen to myself.
I hella want to update, but I have nothing that I really want to write about. That's not true, I want to write about everything, but I'm just sleepy. So why the fuck am I even updating? This totally doesn't make sense.
Boys are a tricky breed, are they not? ...That's all I'll say about that.
Oh Ms. Cruz, I hope we figure everything out JUST in time to make it work perfectly.
My goodness, I have so much I want to say but just don't want to record it all. That's the point of this, is it not? I don't know what is going on in my head right now, I can't tell if I'm sad or disappointed or just tired. Hopefully the latter of the three. But you never know.
The first person to leave me a comment gets to make out with me or my distant cousin who I've never met and has no top teeth and just lost most limbs in a freak shoveling slash windbreaker accident. My choice depending on who it is.
Boys are a tricky breed, are they not? ...That's all I'll say about that.
Oh Ms. Cruz, I hope we figure everything out JUST in time to make it work perfectly.
My goodness, I have so much I want to say but just don't want to record it all. That's the point of this, is it not? I don't know what is going on in my head right now, I can't tell if I'm sad or disappointed or just tired. Hopefully the latter of the three. But you never know.
The first person to leave me a comment gets to make out with me or my distant cousin who I've never met and has no top teeth and just lost most limbs in a freak shoveling slash windbreaker accident. My choice depending on who it is.