Sep 26, 2005 15:07
I pray that I never end up as bitchy as my mother when I grow old. Exhausted. Cranky.
I need a fucking breeeeeeaaaaakkkkkkk.
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and whiny peopleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
my thoughts are going in circles and i feel like i need to fucking tear shit down.
on a lighter note, i have a relationship with rain