Look At My Emo Glasses Ma! how do i look? Horrid? of course! that's me. Replusive Mystery Well...there is a dance on friday, which i will not go to. but that's ok. i'm going to the party after, and bringing some vodka and rum. yum. LETS GET HAMMERED so i can forget about all the fucked things in my life. Today was pretty useless. it's so fucking hot outside, but guess what? i'm incapable of wearing just a t-shirt. because i am pyscho. i'm so sick of thinking about love. fuck love. i hate it. i don't even know what it is and i hate it. i have to babysit on saturday @ 7. which i great, because i love fuckin babysitting. lol. that's one thing i can do well. i think. Well. french mass was good. i saw someone i haven't seen since october. which was cool. then i went with giselle and them and met angela's new bf. then i had like 3 cigarettes and tried weed for the first time. evil child i know. i'm sick of writing love song/poems. really am. and sick of heartache poems. bullshit. i want to just crack open my head and rip the asshole out. FALL OUT BOY IS THE BEST BAND EVER EVER EVER i'm sorry. but they are. omg. i am in love with them. lol. if you haven't heard them...go hear them bastards! lol i hate his fucking name. ryan Angie's bday is friday, which is mostly why we are getting fucking trashed. [[ So, bury me in memory. his smile is your rope, so wrap it tight around your throat ]]