good old livejournal
i am becoming a tea addict. hot tea, not iced. i am not graced with ice as my disposal.
school is ok, i like my fiction class. the other 3 are mediocre, i feel.
what is new? i don't even know. there's a girl with scars on her arms. she jingles, lots of bracellets.
i play a lot of basketball.
i feel like i've had an online journal for years, and i'm still writing the same thing.
i dreamt of a pretty girl with really short hair. i saw one of those too, she's cute.
there might be something interesting to say, so i don't want to give up just yet.
oh well, here i am. i like the spring. makes me feel free. i'm tired of school though.
school is ok, i like my fiction class. the other 3 are mediocre, i feel.
what is new? i don't even know. there's a girl with scars on her arms. she jingles, lots of bracellets.
i play a lot of basketball.
i feel like i've had an online journal for years, and i'm still writing the same thing.
i dreamt of a pretty girl with really short hair. i saw one of those too, she's cute.
there might be something interesting to say, so i don't want to give up just yet.
oh well, here i am. i like the spring. makes me feel free. i'm tired of school though.