People call me a bitch. So I act like one. F that's how they judge. It's what they get. They call me desperate because most of my friends are guys. They call me a dyke.
Well I'm bisexual. So call it how you wanna.
I can't trust anyone. As I'm just the depressed freak who's also really hyper. Love's horses and ballet. Sports and food. Sleep and Netflix. My life is a mess. Reading is a main factor in my life. I love big words but act as though I despise them.
Again. My life is a mess.
I've decided to call my phone.
Ryley.
I know. It's weird. But I love the name.
So. Ryley will be my blogging instrument.
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I role my eyes like all the time. Maybe I'll find a brain back there eventually.
No that's not true. I may be blond. But I'm in higher level everything.
So no. I'm not stupid. Whether you want to call me it or not. This time. I'm not changing for everyone else.
This time I'll be me and no one can change that. Talk smack about me. I beat your ass.
So I watched scary movie earlier. The first one.
And can I just say. I feel terrible for bobby. He must have been so embarrassed after he made her stick to the roof. And then he got stabbed to death by his friend he was in love with.
Lovely stuff.
What else?
Find out next time
