Jealousy and I really don't gel.

I swear. It's like one minute I'm totally heck-ish. And the next, seeing/finding out something, can freaking catapult me into some insane fml-what's-going-on-mood. Hate myself.

I think I may just be losing it. I'm coming up with the oddest ideas.

*Ignore me.

Hi Menthol, my name's Deborah. Let's be friends. Best friends (L)

But no one can replace Tiffany(L)! Sorry love, first loves stick.

Anyone out there losing their mind too over life.

Here; gimme a five.

Let's dress up and hit the streets, do some sticks, reek of alcohol.

Maybe then we'll be able to take school down and in our stride.

Or let's just focus on the hangover first.

Hmm can't decide!