after years and years of listening to (pretty, albiet) music that makes you want to slit your wrists, there comes a time in every emokids' life when you're just like FUCKIT, I WANNA DANCE.
reccommend this convert shit that she can dance like the circus to.
fucking bullshit no way should any small parcel like a purse be able to make me so sad upon it's loss. and no way should it be so easily taken away from me i've fucking had it with humanity. fuck believing.