november sixteenth two thousand and nine

[shutthefukup]

i'm doing a lot of things that are bad for me.
like texting you everyday...
even though i know it will end like it always does..

you out to sea and me broken hearted.

not to mention the retarded amount of excersize i do everyday... everyday i work my ass off is one day closer to being out of here..

i guess i have a dream i'll join up, and then meet the man who will sweep me off my feet...

thats just not int he card.