Why am I sitting here alone, smoking weed in my garage? …I need a bud buddy.
Like, in real life. This morning, my mother woke me up (she was looking for my car keys) and when she was calling out my name and asking me to wake up, the first thing I said to her was, “What?! I can go home now?” Basically, in my head I was in my prison cell and my mother was a prison officer who was going around waking up all the inmates. I have issues.
I should probably stop watching Oz.
*~all these feelings~*
Teenagers in the 1930’s learned that life was hard by working fifty hours a week.
Teenagers in the 2000’s learned that life was hard by falling in love with someone on the internet who lives half a world away.
hasta nuevo aviso.
Someone, quick! Come cuddle with me.
pero no hay queso de quesadillas. Me quiero morir.