well since we're moving on
[because thats obviously what me being on vacation in san diego for 4 days means]
then i guess i'll be happy
tell you about my trip
and my new "dgaf" ability.
so. since i
totally "gave up" on that "raw" emotion, and the new girl is 300% dedicated to the fuckup, i'll share about noah.
hes a nice kid.
hes my best friend.
haha we were sparring while i was in a neck brace.
i'd call that a fuckin cool friendship.
"be my best friend. that's not a question."
warped tour/injury buddy. [:
then there was Sofan.
the duck.
yes... the DUCK.
he got us kicked out of the pool D:
all good though.
dyed my hair.
redying it this week with heather.
because if we're all really moving on, then i gotta do what i do best
change.
it happens everytime after a time. happened with nick, with oren, with steven.
didn't happen with coty because that boy was unconditional to me.
but i went shopping, changed my attitude, had a weekend away with the girls
and now im ready to do a 180.
good luck recognizing me on the streets, if you ever happen to drive down my darkened road again. don't imagine why you would unless you were looking for a little lost puppy, but hey.
stuttering more now.
yeah. still can't place why.
has something to do with the dyslexia though.
oh. and i may need pills.
because bipolar disorder runs in the family. =|
you think im kidding, don't you?
fucking 95 degrees in this house, and my brother wants to leave the doors closed.
so i flipped a bitch? yes.
but hell, im trying to fucking maintain homeostasis.
best weekend of my life.
too bad im home now.
wanna get out of here already.
can i bunk with you?