i hate tummy aches.
i hate sun.
i hate my phone.
i hate missing people.
i hate school. [no, not so much right now]
i hate toilets that don’t work.
& i hate myself for hating too much.
just hate it.
text twist is seriously rotting my brain. i think it’s my marijuanna. but the difference is, i can afford this. marijuanna, i can’t. lol.
oh, my step mother loves me. that’s nice to know. haha. i got perfume from her. i love you too, leah.
yeah, i guess.
well, the whole january schedule is pretty lax. i’m ready to bumm around the house. oh joy.
i feel like writting something worth writting though i doubt i could.
chabel, laag nya tah beh.
it’s BEEN FOREVER.