The world’s greatest essay, written by a 12-year-old who really, really hates plain doughnuts.
Thanks for da Bday hookah Zach and Steven. (Taken with instagram)
Gettin my tan on. (Taken with picplz.)
The reason behind me not partying with the people I used to isn’t because I’m “caked up”. I would hardly consider only getting lunch dates with my boyfriend as being super attached.
I would say it’s because, unlike you, I’m working on obtaining a better future through working, going to school, and taking care of myself because mommy or daddy won’t hold my hand when I fall down.
Responsibility and Adulthood. Maybe some people should learn what those things are.
- Until I’m back to 115 lbs.
- Until I have my own place.
- Until my vacation.
- Until I have a new job.
- Until I’m back in school.
- Until I’m in a place where I want to be.
Until I’m completely happy again.
I have a sneaking suspicion it’s the latter.