good day. My friends are hilarious. Everyone in our school pretty much hates us, just this big group of girls, one that picks on kids, two emos and a bunch of screechers. I honestly don’t know what i’m gonna do in college without them to make me laugh.
For some reason this only shown up now, The Wombats? I love your blog too much, this is an honor!
Stephy, stop leaving your crap in my garden, my mother thinks i’m on drugs .
off out to probably get stabbed by the sadistic next door neighbour.
When their whines and moans overthrow the baseline-kick, turn it up. When their chortles drown out the organised rhythm, pump it louder… And when they finally stop to stare at the stranger with the overly volumized beats, grin. Because that’s you. And they don’t know shit about the escape from reality you seek.
Sat with Ryan listening to The Prodigy. I feel like i should explain who Ryan is, but I get the idea that no one cares. Ryan is my long distance gay friend who is allowed in my room, even though he has a penis. I haven’t seen him in so long and i’m just all kdzjhgkfjxgh.
Seriously, big gay orgy rave right here, right now.