For all I know, for all I care
I want the ground to swallow me up.
What do I do for my birthday! No excitement anymore. Oh I’m not a gift person at all, maybe I should put that up as my Facebook status. Some people don’t have a Facebook account, my fucking grandad has one. This feels more like an outburst than a diary account. My servant stinks-confession. It’s not cool, even after gifting him a deodorant, he still fuking stinks. What does he do with that deodorant? Shags. Period.
I’m not liking this new confession pages all over Facebook, it’s lame.
I can’t sing-confession2. I had a girls night out recently & it’s confirmed after the kareoke stunt we pulled up.
We SUCKED. I want to drive. Well maybe that’s the only goddamn thing I’m excited about at the moment.
I miss this boy who randomly decides to leave town one day when I’m at the peak of my emotions. Let’s talk about my crappy sexlife. Dance. Aah dance, I miss it. I want to learn salsa and belly, fuking sexy. And I want to know how the fuck do I change my picture on tumblr. I have to go study chemistry now, and get out from this washroom where I’ve been sitting and pretending to take a dump since almost half hour. No dad, I’m not constipated. Emotionally maybe if that’s possible. Okay bye. I still want the ground to swallow me up.
Pineapples and Virgins.
Yeh mushrooms, sure mushrooms