Honestly.
The fuck is wrong with us?
Let's be happy, all of us!
One, two, three go!
It can't be hard.
I mean, I did it countless times, the sad to happy thing.
In all actuality, I can't talk to anyone.
ANYONE. No one wants to know me, no one needs to.
This blog is read daily.
People read my journal.
There is absolutely no room to have secrets!
It doesn't bother me, really, I mean..what can you do?
I'm a very honest person. If you ask me a question, I answer it. If you have to know I could tell you the shampoo I use, past relationships, and preferred sexual position.
I'm a very honest person. If you ask me a question, I answer it. If you have to know I could tell you the shampoo I use, past relationships, and preferred sexual position.
...Well. Okay maybe not but you get me.
So, I went out to get Olive Garden with Mary and when I came back, a bunch of people were at my house. That was cool and all but all I really wanted to do is hug a pillow and fall asleep...
They left within 5 minutes and now I'm...
so.....
tired.........
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goodbyeworld
