that’s what i am.
ask my wardrobe, it’ll tell you how messed up I am. jumbled feelings + messy wardrobe…
what have i gotten myself into?
if you’re reading this…
happy birthday, asshole.
i wish you have a happy life and fuck off from mine forever.
please do not touch any part of my life anymore. especially injecting poison which you’re best at.
wait a min..
i think i mixed up the dates.
yours is tomorrow… 15th. not 14th.
oh well. 14th 15th, whatever.
dont know why i even bother. pfffffttt!