this is my fifty-first post. how exciting is that? not very, i know.
so i've scratched my scalp until it's bled, and it doesn't even itch. i think i started scratching instead of other things without realizing it. oh well. we all have bad habits. at least mine isn't a drug.
you are not a disappointment to me.just had to say that. i really need a shower. i want to go to sleep. i had so much to say today. i had it all ready to write down, but i lost my writing mood. don't you hate it when that happens?
you can't be missed if you never go away, it's a song by cobra starship. it's a real song. and the lyrics are "we're too young, i hate to love you." at one point. it's real. so i'm not a liar.
all i can think of are random phrases in other languages. je t'aime. i can't spell in french. ich liebe dich. i can't say it in spanish. i wish i had taken french or spanish. they're so much prettier languages than german.
gosh i hate school.
i'm going to go sulk now.
! you dont know the real me.
