can't help it
These words lie inside they hurt me so And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you Just what I want to do I’m not the kind that needs to tell you Just what you want me to
Hope for the best, Expect the worst
I think I have serious anxiety issues.
To the Creepy Guy at Vita Coming on To Kate
Remove yourself. Quit talking about the reggae show you went to saturday night and quit inquiring about what it’s like to share a bed with your best friend.
Waking up and immediately serenading my main bitch...
Time for more pretenders and Paul Simon. Maybe even some Neil young?
Petting is Passé!
WAKING UP AT 230 COVERED IN HICKIES SMELLING LIKE...
My body hurtssss My liver hurts I also accidentally took home someone’s white sunglasses.
KNITTING IS YARN SEX
Oh life is so good!