with insomnia, nothings real

she flicks her cigarette at every passer by, caught up in her own angsty ego. she has no time for anything but her self absorbed white girl problems, and she knows her faults and flaws. but to her, that just makes her "cooler."

i'm going to start making a sort of "a song, a set" thing. i'll make a set that seems fitting to the song.

++ tired, bored.. as always. i would like a credit card and plane ticket to anywhere, please.

i want it to snoooooooooooooooow D;

my first childhood crush was timmy turner, not chip skylark. psh.

uuuuugh, i'm sick as a dog with a cold, i cant talk at all. my nan is minding me while my mom goes out on a evening shift. i can't talk at all, and she asked me whats her number, i told her 4 times, and on the 5th time she didn't hear me i just yelled out;
 
"I'M SICK WITH A SORE THROAT YOU HAGGARD BlTCH, STOP ASKING QUESTIONS."
 
ooops.

ohh, just found that song by peaches called operate that was in mean girls.
kewlllllllllll.