Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tear my heart into many pieces and put them in seperate little boxes.
Glad that you're so much more happier now.
Stressed about smelly maths.
Irritated by silly people.
Missing beloveds.
Missing cheerleading due to exam break.
Feeling so silly about my silly thoughts, about different people, different things.
So much so I'm feeling so lousy about myself.
I want my pity party, I need my lone scream.



