my hair is too short to be true.
and now my hair is like drey's hair.

no more cryptic messages.
i'm sick of it.
you want to say something.
say it to someone's face.

my puke is going to come out any moment.
and i was really late for school.

i'm going to listen to bestfriend.
no relationships until i'm 21.
but i still can drink.

i want to have a dog. simply because i want to take care of something and love something. and that it can love me back.

rick,
you know what? you asked for this. you asked for all of this. because even as i tell you the truth in the face. you put yourself in denial. i didnt use you and throw you away. but maybe its time you woke up.

i should stop crying with all this overwhelming problems that i've come to face. rick, ben and somehow the class. this is not needed.