January 2011
6 posts
i am deleting everything and starting over
radical.
you always know things are going well when your friend stabs you in the back and your mom is on facebook’s mugshot of the day.
i dont really ever say anything poetic or interesting like everyone else. i just say what’s in my head. out loud. or out type, i guess. i want to dye my hair though. but not really because i think i’ll regret it. i also need to save money for college. can i believe only fourteen days till im eighteen? my youth is closing faster than i can remember it is, but it doesnt matter when...