I feel that sort of tired where you just want it all to end for awhile, just so you can give yourself some time to remember that fun is a thing. Luckily for me I have until 5 in the morning to do that, but do I know how to have fun? Really?
Let me state the obvious here—I haven't been on here for fcking ever. Yes, I still censor myself for all the kiddies out there (like me). I'm older than I was when I came onto the website but that's totally beside the point. I'm still young...not young enough, but also not old enough. When I say that I mean I'm technically still not allowed to read clop fiction but obviously I still
I'm cringing right now because I'm watching a Game of Thrones episode where man is getting tortured. Yes, I'm on the third season and I still don't care to memorize names. Too busy memorizing Twenty One Pilot lyrics and algebra equations. Surprisingly, I love algebra. I've got that going for me, which is nice compared to what's been lining up lately.
Everything seems too sunny in the clouded perspective Nothing goes my way because I wasn't elected I just want you here and I just want everyone else there Looking at how good it could have been if they chose the rainy day over a week of sunshine It's much more clearer than the drowsy weather of a storm And can't you see there's some beauty when it's not apart from the norm?
When I listen to Purity Ring and Bob Marley for two hours on Pandora, I can't help but just feel so happy. I know that's weird but I swear I'm not high right now, even though it really looks like that.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that everybody should be happy and not sad. It's cuffing season and Thanksgiving is coming soon! Yay!!
I'm sorry to hear about your computer. I do hope the phone works out though!
And for what it's worth - you are awesome. 100%, pure awesome. So don't let the others at school make you think otherwise.
Girl, did you record this naked?
3377161 i recorded it shirtless. I got standards, brah.
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I like you. Let's be chums. I won't set anything on fire. I promise. DON'T READ MY BLOGS, WOMYN.