I have to pull myself together. There are only two weeks left before I move out of my dorm and call freshmen year of college a wrap. Let’s make the most of it.
I realize now that the more emo I had been, the better I could write. HAHAHAHA FUNNY STUFF. Why can’t I write well now that I’m happy… merp.
|Me:||ok so i randomly chose a song on itunes|
|and it was a son dambi song|
|it got so bad|
|not even the actual song|
|Friend:||NEH GA MEECHUSUHHH|
|BABY WAKE UP|
|WAKE UH WAKE WAKE UP|
|Me:||ON A SATURDAY NIGGGGHT|
|Friend:||oh my god|
I know this actually sounds so stupid, but I swear that you can totally tell that I’m stressed by the way my pupils look; if they’re constricted, I’m just stressed and freaky looking T_T
It’s best that I don’t ask you anything cause then you’ll have less chance of hurting me.