ah shit.

another year at 15. thank god 20 is here.
I'm thankful.

v a g i n a

Oph apparently licked some kind of poison or got bit by something. She was drooling puddles and seas for two days straight. Scarred the shit out of me. Now for an easy weekend. School is busy and rapidly becoming a juggling act, but i'm enjoying it. I like my classes, cant wait to transfer.

My bday is approaching. To celebrate terra, the fam, and I are going to the renaissance fair. i'm beyond excited.

oph likes flannel,

jizz christopher kane.

the moon during the day

no one around me understands the love i have for:

cunts

those little girls who are not even worth thoughts amounting to a particle of dust on my brain are forever trying to accumulate through different people around me. Is it the fact that i think about you only when brought up? and never in between bother you? I've purposely become void of anything that has even walked by you people. does that satisfy your need to be relevant?