i really can’t stand when people talk to me about raves and events and shit. i’m not a promoter and by the sounds of it you’re a really desperate sounding wanna be so stfu you don’t sound cool and i’m not the master of all raves, kay? okay.
maybe it’s just because i’m irish or just naturally alone right on christmas,
but fuck everything right now.
You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins. Call me a safe bet. I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive. I’m only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
fucking fuckity fucken fuck.
mac’s are ruining my grades. sure wish i knew how to convert files on this fucking thing!
-_- where’s justin long when i need him?
i’m stressing hard about this.
I had a Hugh Grant movie marathon yesterday. and let me just add we don’t know each other until we watch the bridget jones’s diary movies together and talk about how much we love them and recite every line.
Except I have dibbs on Hugh and Colin always and you can have Renee [:
or maybe thats just me..