anyways. I hurts like crap, inside and out, and my mind's going in a frilly. I hate those. y'know, getting in one of those moods where I'm all like EMO but not. and then I fantasize about this and that and it hurts to think and then my mother comes and starts yelling at me and saying that I three-wayed the number 4998839 too many times and how I don't practice enough and this and that and then my dad is like "I'll let you go on for a while until we leave" and then when my internet connects he walks in and says "we're leaving!" and then I've got cramps and the IMEA concert is tomorrow and I'm still kinda upset that I didn't make it...
argh, and there goes my timer. :(
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