- me: why
- me: i wonder when my teacher lost their virginity
- me: what if a man with a gun walked in right now
- me: whens lunch
- me: the fuck is this
- me: why are you here
- me: can i kill all of you with one bullet
- me: what if i locked all the girls in the locker room and made them fight to the death like the hunger games
- me: what if i stood up on the desk and ripped off my pants
- me: dont touch me i have more followers than you
- me: ugh
Just heard that on tv.
You like that show. I miss you.. I miss my best friend.. Not only the person I like but the person that I could come to when something was wrong.. when I needed to talk.. that guy. And if you’ve stalked my tumblr and you saw the last stuff then you know I like you.. but I would hope that wouldn’t keep you from talking to me.. we haven’t talked in days.. A week at least. I wanted to come see you play tonight. But then again I didn’t. I didn’t feel like I was wanted there. I don’t feel wanted at all. I kinda taught myself how to play the guitar, in case you were wondering. I also met someone. In case you were wondering. But he’s not you. He’s not my best friend.
I also talked to some old friends which was really good.
Watching the hangover. So good.