you know whats nastier than a parking ticket? discovering after you shoved it in your back pocket that the outside thing was actually an envelope and it got glued together by your butt sweat.
anyways i wanted to stop by and tell you guys that I AM WATCHING YOUR LIVES AND WANT TO COMENT but currently am busying being a whiny baby about my inability to people and life and stuff so have been kinda
I keep seeing your plurks and being like i want to SAY THING but then instead of just doing it i sit in a dark corner and listen to shitty music? so like the sentiment is there? just not the actual action?
hey i am living the fucking dream, i have blue hair that covers one of my eyes, pants with checkers on them, and i dont leave my room execept to pee. 15yo me is so proud of how i grew up