Listening to: Incubus-I miss you.
Feeling: wretched
A new blog. I wanted to fill it with perky-happy shit. But I guess that's not going to happen. Why the hell do all my blogs end up depressing?
Well, let's get started.
I'm Ty, and I'm 16 years old as of March 2nd.
I'm about as straight as a circle, and I have an ultra-mega celebrity crush on John Travolta. (He looks damn good for a 51-year-old.)
You can see me in the picture on top of this post, I'm the boy, obviously. The girl is my friend, Sra. Her diary's diaries.suchisthis.com/staticlullaby.
Mm'kay. That's it. I don't feel like talking about myself anymore. That's what the survey was for. Go read that, then you'll know me better then most of my friends.
I need to stop typing now, or I'm going to explode angsty teen-emoness on all of you.
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