pirra

i think i am dying, but these are just signs of dehydration.
remind me to never, ever have sex with boys again. fuck.
simplicity is looking freakishly appealing.

i am a shitty person, and she is right not to trust me.

an old friend, if you could call him that, e-mailed me to tell me what a shitty person i was, initially it shocked me a bit, but a few seconds later i could have cared less.

there's a part of me that just wants to tell her
hey, i cheated on you.
but why ruin a good thing, it will eventually end anyway.

thank that big eye in the sky for plan B
i am sometimes convinced i don't care about anyone
i wish it was the truth.
sometimes i wonder why i want to fuck up my life, but most of the time i'm pretty indifferent
oh the dramatics