Phear my luffle of stuffs. Some may be good, some may be bad. Some might have profanity. It all depends on my mood. So yeah, be weary cuz' I can cuss a mile a minuet when I'm pissed. I warned you....
******** boredom.
Why can't this day just end... I swear nothing good is coming out of it. I'm just in complete tears because all I want is to do SOMETHING.. to get out the house and just leave... my house drives me completly nuts... Why can't anything go right? Why can't I just see Yves without any problems and be happy.... too Damn impossible.