|Current mood:|| bitchy|
|Current music:||fly me to the moon- frank sinatra|
im so the brains behind lucys operation its not even funny. i tell ehr half the things she says. ahhh rachel what do i say what do i do???? its all me. and it pisses me off. but whatever. i have steven, and who does she have? rich? wrong number, try again.
im so sick of doing or not doing stuff for other people. especially smoking. simon says dont do it with chris, lucy says you HAVE to smoke with me the first time, and greta says shes gonna get mad at me if i do. fuck that. ill smoke with who i want to when i want to. i dont give a fucking shit about anyones opinion anymore.
FUCK THIS. IM TIRED OF BEING ME. JUST LET ME FUCKING DO WHAT I WANT. I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSES FEELINGS ANYMORE. SCREW FUCKING YOU.
and thats that.
love love love (right. because im in a loving mood.)