of montreal A wonderland of multiemotional breakdowns and friendships, I'm desperate for a place to hold onto. So maybe that is what I was doing, but I swear it's not what I'm doing anymore. is it pathetic statuets make me smile as I wonder whatever they could be thinking about to each other? I feel ever so immature thinking of them when the day is boring, but whoever knows why? Gretchen took my Rilo Kiley cd, and I was planning on taking it to school tomorrow.. but I can't now, because Gretch has it. She's my best friend. love