i used to be a bit clever. that's not so much the case now. now there's this wintry feeling in my brain.

it slows me down.

its as if im about to think of something new, but its suddenly blanketed by a white nothingness.

leave me alone, snow.

or maybe, i was never clever at all.

am i always in the wrong?

today i poked avery on facebook.

i then proceeded to write on his wall,

"thats right bitch."

man, i got him.

Thats right, bitch.

i'm running.

will it catch me?

are we going to make it through?

this is all so troublesome.

who used to be kind of creative? *raises hand.*

who has now turned to shit? *raises hand higer.*

I'm in the mood for typing. But i have nothing to say. Wow. So much has changed...

privacy? no way.

Trans Fat does not exist!!

LIIIIIIEEESSSS!!!! ALLLL LIEEEEEEEESS!!

i am angry. this is was perhaps one of the WORST days of my life.

Written on my wall, it spells you're name in the red, burning lights ( Read more... )