Sometimes I wonder what it was all for. Hiding it, then defending it. Forgetting it. Restarting it. Men, no, boys need to make up their minds. It affects people. I’m only writting this here because I know you check this. I know you read it every day because I refuse to speak to you. Now you know exactly why. Don’t even call me when you grow up, I still won’t trust you.

Dollarama dinner with my best friend…fuck yea…

Mmmmmmmmyes. Great saturday.

Listening to iTunes, random sister’s Jonas Brothers song comes on, cries.