A soggy sandwhich
A pathetic brown bag lunch
Accustomed to the rainy day
And crazy pills
All getting in the way… 27 more words
I remember all your drawings. But you don’t draw anymore.
I couldn’t say ‘best friend’ for three whole months after.
I keep seeing this picture. Once with the caption “Without her he’s empty, without him she’s heartless “
It’s true. I’ve heard from a couple sources **** is different without me. 128 more words
Babysitting, one of the joys of being a teenage girl I suppose, maybe a guy too, I don’t know because I’m not one.
The other day I found myself guilt tripped into babysitting some hoity toity (is that how you spell that?) people’s children- excuse me- demon spawn. 191 more words