I got a bloody nose in the middle of French on Friday and I had to use a tampon so I wouldn't bleed all over the place. I mean God forbid I actually move and go to the nurse or something like that, oh no. And come to think of it
Hello, hello. Can we say: out of it?
And again. Let's pretend to be a crack addict, maybe?
I hate school, but I love Kasey a ton.
Me trying to ward of evil with some kitchen utensil. I don't get it either.
And this one because it's from when I still had brown hair and I didn't look like me at all. Oh...for the hell of it, one more: