Why does this always happen?
Every time I'm fine
It only happens when
I'm ready to move on
To live a new life
And when it happens
I can't control myself
But I do
It takes a lot of
To not walk over to you
And plant a kiss
Right on your lips
It's almost impossible
But you know this
And I know this
It's not worth it
But it's so damn hard
I love how you think you're depressed
I love how you say you're sad when you're being ridiculous
I love how you think you know the future
I love how you become religious just because a girl you like is
I love how you don't tell me you know I like you
I love how you act like a whore
I love how you abandon me for a bitch and then think I don't feel lonely
I love how you bitch to me and when I put in my two cents, you get annoyed
I love how whenever I say something about you not being depressed, you stop talking to me
I love how you don't talk to my friends anymore because they have a different opinion than you
I love how you say you a
Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.
Clothing: Purple hoodie
Companion: Well uh idk the last person I technically texted was Dustin but I rarely text people so the last person I messaged was Marcia I guess so yay I have two companions
So, I slept all day. Wait, isn't this, like, my third journal of the day? Whatever.
Anyways, at about 7, Megan apologized for saying faggot on tumblr, but she said that she always says it. And basically we talked about problems on facebook and tumblr. Tumblr is a total bitch.
But also, Schyler was on and apparently internet isn't working in his house. Soo, I'm gonna call him on Monday. Tomorrow I'm gonna be a lazy fuck and then go to my cousins' house. Yeahh.