holy ajsdfjklfadsj;fds;. i wrote a nice little thingy and hit send aaaand my internet failed. and deleted it. but it was something about band camp and hot seniors and all that lovely stuff! there. :P
So. There once was a girl named Rachel. She used draw anime with Camille during recess. Then she was in my class. All I knew was that she could take notes very quickly. I was very impressed. Then the year went on, and the next year came as they tend to do. This brought middle school. Rachel and I had several classes together. We grew to be great friends and had many adventures which included stuffed frogs, recycling bins, stink bugs, a balding PE teacher, bike rides, sandwiches, and creeks. It was fun. Lots of fun. Then three years passed and a dilemma arose. Rachel was to go to a different school, filled with many strange people. It was sad. And I missed her. But I still know her. And am looking forward to tea and cold and blankets and movies. The end (:
My fuzzy pants are very fuzzy. I never want to wear jeans again.
little sketch I drew in class today
just a doodle a did at 3 am god what was i thinking the colors are all wrong
was bored during math class so i was just doodling idek wat this is
Times New Roman, Arial, Verdana and Sans Serif walk into a bar. Bartender says, sorry guys, we don’t want your type in here.
I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely. When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once. When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, yet not one person hears you.