okay, i only have 5 followers, but you know what, I don't care. Im kinda past the point of caring.
I mean, im locked up with 900 other teens for nine months, not by choice, and I get in trouble for making friends. Then I get asked out and I of course say yes, i really, really like him. (notice the present tense) I get told im moving out of state, which didn't happen, meet up with the guy who i dont know whether to call him my boyfriend or not, and am forbidden to talk to my friends.
Ya, ive had a great summer vacation.
and to top it all off, i have five pairs of ruined jeans to last me until i can get money, and they're all ruined.
