secrets. dirty little secrets.
i do have a diary - although i tell people i don't
i'm afraid of climate changes - what's why i'm religious, so i wont have to be afraid of death
i'm afraid of death
i'm afraid of 2012
i can't fall inlove with a person, that i know doesn't like me
i create tales in my head, about me and the perfect boyfriend
i hate being nostalgic
i have a few songs that i can't hear, because they make me cry - wonderwall, hey there delilah, nicest thing and so much
i get sad very often - but i don't let it show
i'm feeling very akward atm - used to be very outgoing
i do write poetry - but i tell people i dont
i'm very sensitive
i've always had a hard time crying - exept when it's about that one jerk
i do enjoy shane dawson's joke - tell people i think he's ridiculous
i know this one guy that i really want as my bff but don't know how to tell hi
i hate myself vey often
i hate my legs
i can be very, very stupid
i miss the ones i hate
i havn't shown this blog to anybody
i hate fur
i hate my mother's boyfriend
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