I say that i dont want to talk about it.
Actually, i do, but im afraid of your reaction.
Im afraid that you will never see me as a equal again.
Im afraid of the pity in your eyes
when you realise how screwed up i am.
Today when i was leaving my friend
she hugged me and said happy birthday, then as i was about to turn
away she whispers to me "im so glad your here 16 years. i hope
your here for 116 more" shes actually the best haha
When your out shopping
*queing in the line*
Mom: You wait here i forgot the milk
You: hurry please hurry run
Me: where is she
*Next to be served*
Me: omg hurry where is she omg omg omg
Me: ... *faints*