July 2011
85 posts
I love being home alone.
I creep on the neighbors …
I cry over things …
I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …
I do things I’m not proud of …
I sit on the computer for 17 hours …
I eat anything I see …
I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …
I cry some more …
And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”
And, I’m just like …
… Nothing …
“ I don’t wait for cars, cars wait for me. ”
– Kingaa. :3
“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay then it’s not...”
– - Unknown.
