I have no idea what i'm doing, but then again who does at the naive age of Sixteen.
trichotilimania, go away. its 10.11pm
and, i am craving a smoke and a coffee, but it’s to late to have a coffee, or else i’d be up all night. and i can not be bothered going outside for a smoke.
i'm tierd of missing people, who don't even bother anymore. you are making me depressed!