I creep on the neighbors …
I cry over things …
I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …
I do things I’m not proud of …
I sit on the computer for 17 hours …
I eat anything I see …
I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …
I cry some more …
And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”
And, I’m just like …
… Nothing …
your life is just so fucking bad isn’t it?
oh your single, once again
song lyrics, how original
you’re like 10, no you’re not ‘getting smashed’
photo of you eatin’ your boyfriends face
NOW BACK TO TUMBLR
Exactly what i do. This is too accurate
- why are these girls talking so damn loud ?
- why are there so many people -,-
- Can this girl move any slower?
- MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAAAAAY
- why are you walking so slow?
- WHY IS THERE A LINE TO GET UP THE STAIRS
- stop trying to walk cute. nobody has time for this.
- ARE YOU SERIOUSLY STOPPING TO TALK RIGHT NOW?
- IF I GET MARKED LATE I’M GOING TO SLIT YOUR FREAKING THROAT.
it’s 3:30 in the morning. i’m the only one awake.. This is me right now.
My dad wakes up and comes in to check on me and i dive into bed like the ninja I am.. he suspects nothing. he walks away..
He hears me again but this time I don’t hear him and pops sees me jamming.