and would you fuck me? cuz i'd fuck me.
why must people obsess with their culture and the classes they're in? can't they just focus on being their own person rather than becoming infatuated with their stereotype and a set of rules to follow?
i'm canadian
i'm in IB
but most importantly... i'm candice. fucking candice.
fuck identity crises. i know exactly who i am.
for once all of my friends and classmates don't want to kill themselves. and don't talk about killing themselves. and don't freebase caffeine pills. and aren't so ridiculously foul tempered and whiny that sometimes i, too, want to kill myself. t's a beautiful thing.
p.s. track starts one week from today. i have a half marathon the day before that. blah. please god. no time trials on the first day.