Being with my perfect little butthole.
That time I danced in front of Madi. (:
Madi... For lying.
Yeah.
Terrible.
Defiantly.
Guitar.
Why does it matter?
Well, sometimes you find someone.. & they make you so happy it's insane. You don't really know how they do. But they do. When you think about them, all you can do is smile. You get butterflies every time you see them. You can talk all day & not get bored of each other. It's really odd. But it's something real.. & perfect.
I blast my music & just lay there & think about everything.
Wait. Santa isn't real? Wut.
I literally have the weirdest dreams ever.
Losing people who mean the most to me.
Scared... I mean I'm freaking out.. Soo.
I can't even remember.. I don't say 'I love you' unless I absolutely mean it.
Nothing.
I really don't know.. i just hope I'm happy.
"I love you."
5"0. I'm short. I know.
You can't "buy" love.
Company.
Love Somebody.
Well, I rarely lie. But I really don't know.
Yeah.. Most the time.
A chef. (: