boom baby hot potato
damn you tom bush! that is stuck in my head xD
and ooohhh froooderriickk can you pplease get some goodies for your father for he is thiiiiirsssttyyy
good times in the laundry room. oh boy.
felt the need to write tonight because nothing else has happened. most boring night ever.
i feel like shit
not sick or anything, but those butterflies are tickling me again.
when i see the moon i melt inside. like my wings from the sun but instead of a broken heart, this time it's little pitter patter is speeding up for it thinks that theres hope.
i tell myself to not get my hopes up but dont let my guard down
so confusing.
i just wish he would understand and let me show how much i care
but no, he can have his time, i understand, and maybe one day he'll come around.
but for now im forced to doodle about it in my sketchbook and rant here lol and awkwardly check him out whenever im near him xD
sigh, i need a hobby.
i wonder if i should say anything else or wait
i think im going to wait, only a week and a half till break. seems like a good time.
goodnight sun. goodnight world. goodnight moon.