I don't really know how this has happened, but I have nothing to do. And, when I have nothing to do, I get upset and bored and depressed. Until I find something to do, then I'm happy again. Thus, I'm writing this, you lucky dears.
First thing's first: GO AWAY. It is to my great displeasure that I am yet again resorting to actually writing about you in my blog, but enough is enough. It might be really selfish thinking this, but I could swear you're partially doing this, deliberately, because you know it will be me that feels like shit if your little conniving plan works. Well, guess what, it isn't going to work, so give up, ok?
Righto, now that's out of my system... I'm getting really better at not telling everyone everything about myself. I don't want to get in the pickle I've been in many times before: not telling anyone how I feel and just ending up creating mountains of shit for myself to wade through, on my ones. No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about broadcasting what I'm doing to all my friends when I've already told them 10 times. I'll still tell you the important stuff, it's just healthier if I learn how to keep things to myself a bit more.
Ohhh, it's almost time for 90210. Wish I was Adriana much?
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