After Tuesday even the calendar goes WTF.
I'm not clumsy. Its just the floor hates me, the tables and chairs are bullies, and the walls get in my way.
I can't take this long distance relationsip anymore. Fridge, you're coming to my room.
Drama
Dumb
Retards
Asking 4
More
Attention
Its funny how when I'm loud people tell me to be quiet, but how when I'm quiet people ask me what's wrong with me.
I wish I could just google anything.......... I'd search Where the fuck are my glasses? and it will be like "under the bead, you dumbass." Happiness
