blah blah blah blah. crazy little keyboard. with all your little letters. why do you bring me such joy, with your bright brain killing screen. crazy little cell phone. with your beeping buttons, why do i love you and you're buzzy-ness that makes my pants vibrate. i don't understand what makes technology so attractive to me. For i hate it. i hate being able to call up anyone, anywhere, or having them be able to call me. for with my attractivenss towards people, i become very obsessive, especially over boys. and it means people i dont like, can obsses over me i hate being able to tell random boys they're beautiful, and having them tell me the same till they meet me. or till they get what their dicks desire. and then call me ugly. *sigh* or they date me and break my heart. what is my ISSUE. im like OH LOOK AT ME IM EMO. but im not, really. im incredibly happy. inlovewithlife. inlovewithboys. inlovewithgirls. inlovewithfriends. brb back. okay well im going to write a song. yes, i shall. about what? probably a depressing emo moment. i dunno