i hate. my past. my present. my future. art. everyone who thinks its funny to hurt me. drunken phone calls. any phone calls from them. berkeley heights. brian. bobby. everyone i considered my friends.
its ok. im a dramatic bitch. its allright, i'll live. natalie, why cant you just shut up and let people be? not answering, bc only then will i sound weird. not making any sense. too late. god damm, i suck. i am wrong once more ladies and gents...woot