we're all stories in the end.
just make it a good one, eh?
my thoughts at school
- me: okay that's cool, just stop in the middle of the hallway, i have all day
- me: she’s a bitch
- me: you need to go back to first grade
- me: i’m hungry
- me: you got some face on your make-up
- me: ugh
- me: why did you bring your designer bag to school
- me: ew
- me: i’m tired
- me: stop screaming you’re right next to her whore
- me: fuck my life
“Because she’s a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.”