February 2012
During Math Test
Me: ok i can do this.
Me: Wait how do you do this?
Me: Omg did i even learn this?
Me: How the fuck are you suppose to know this?
Me: Ugh what time is it?
Me: Im hungry.
Me: I probably should've studied.
Me: What the fuck.
Me: It would be funny if someone passed out.
Me: I hate everyone here.
Me: Why do my hands look so weird?
Me: I wonder if she's a virgin?
Me: UGH why wont anyone let me cheat off their paper?
Me: I hate this class room. Its too green.
My type
I have type. I like them emotionally unavailable because the constant rejection is my drug and those who are high on their horses making me feel less then I am are all I want.I like those who play with my head and stomp on my heart. I don’t even notice theyre like that until it too late,and I’m too broken.I sit alone staring at at my phone waiting for a call giving up then giving in...
“You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the...”
– V.C. Andrews, Fallen Hearts
