Me in class.
Me: okay, gotta focus. Big test coming up.
Me: ooooh, when did that poster get there?
Me: ugh, split ends.
Me: why is the back of your head so attractive?!
Me: HOW DID YOU GET THAT ANSWER?
Me: just act like you understand.
Me: don't pick me, don't pick me...
Me: so here's my number, so call me maybe.
Me: DAMN THAT SONG IT'S SO FUCKING CATCHY.
Me: it's only been fifteen minutes?
Me: I hate you all.
Me: someone shoot me.
Laying in bed, remembering a conversation in your...
i wish i had kim kardashian’s talent of not having any talent and making money out of it
me at night: i don't want to sleep that's for the weak
me in the morning: oh bed i never want to leave you
Counting my money
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