No crappy poems today. I pretend I'm a happy person. I am, in a way. With my friends I'm happy. I'm happy with my tight-a** family to. But when I'm with my friend, i feel like i'm escaping my life at home. I have it okay, i know. but it' seems to me i dont. if brenna read this she would just say "what a wannabe emo." Okay brenna, I don't really care anymore, you can stop trying now. Mr metsker, you're my hero, you too Mr. Knutzun....Gary >< you guys r my hero's and idol. I hope your wife's elbow's pokay mr. k. I love you guys, and taylor and maia, too. I love you stan.
 o m o o n y o · Sat Jun 07, 2008 @ 06:48pm · 1 Comments |
