so i've cried everyday for the last week, week and a half. i'm a dye job and a striped shirt away from being emo. i would say someone should cut me but then i'd be two steps closer.
note to self: "memories are more powerful than the people who make them."
no, i have no clue what i'm doing. why does it feel like the older i get, the decisions i make get more and more stupid. i thought with age comes wisdom... if i keep going at this rate i'll be drooling on myself at the age of 30.
i swear i'm smarter than this. i know nothing good is going to come out of this. someone should punch me in the kidney.