Hills
I am a happy girl.
And we are happy people.
What makes us tick?
Donuts. Mcflurry. Parks. Aztique. 24. Pantene. McDonalds. Hair. Leg hair. Movies. Walking. Walls. Bang. (Lol.) Benches. Fooooooood. Steve Vai. Kelsey. Manchester United. (.... Not fun anymore.) Hot, pretty girls. Physique. Eyes, oh dreamy eyes. Late night phone calls. Sleep. Whispers. Anti-school programmes. PDA. Bitching. "PW". Tank tops. Lectures. Messaging during lectures. Escapism. Procrastination.
Everything.
You are a special boy.
(And you are mine. Muahahahahahha.)
I am...
Always here for you.
Regardless of the situation, regardless of who you're after. This surreal state of ecstacy is too important to me to risk.
I felt a surge of pride just now, watching. Hmmmmmm.
(:
You're growing up my boy.
It's 20th May.
Now, if only I didn't have a fucking Bio test tomorrow...