I found pictures of me from when I was in 12th fucking grade.

I was waiting on Emily while she got ready.

I was in the drive-thru.

We had skipped school that day. The picture was in BNN.

Driveway.

Driveway.

Classroom. Lost my cellphone that day. Went back and the teach asked, "What's the background?"
I grumble, "Me in some star sunglasses."
I got the phone.

Kinder: You look like a boy.
me: ........thanks




And that is de Emily when she had just graduated. That was the pan for her father's birthday cake that year.
I know some of these I have already posted, but damn.... Nearly three years ago that was me. Irks me. Makes me rethink, haha.
IN OTHER NEWS.
I would like to make an announcement.
I am tired (exhausted) of TRYING with people. I try and I try. I'm always the one to say, "I'm sorry, I'll buy you a movie." "I apologize, I'm a bitch." "It was my fault." Of course, as we all know, is not true.
So, fuck it.
I'm not going to be nice anymore.
Fuck you all.
READ THAT?
F-U-C-K Y-O-U.
That little bitch from high school is back and I do hope you missed her.
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