i know that you have a new boyfriend, new job, new friends, new life and good for you. but don’t message me at 1am to tell me you that you miss me when you clearly don’t want to hang out. i used to strongly believe in quality not quantity, but what happens when you start to suspect that maybe you have neither anymore?
oh god this all american rejects edition of cribs is painful. the lead singer is such a douche. you are not funny or sexy in an ironic way or even in a normal way. you are clearly borderline retarded. please stop.
what i was actually going to say is that
i keep looking up every now and then and freaking the fuck out because i glimpse a disembodied head looking at me, then i realise its just the mask i got for kris kringle. i got brushes and paint to paint it with too. its kind of a weird present but whatever i’ll probably paint it mexican/sugar skull themed
i'm home at 3:30 am, drunk, and crying and i can't...
went to go write something totally unrelated and this came up in the title box. do not remember writing this ever. co____ol