*At the end of the school
year* Me: *Starts making friends* *Summer* Me: *Doesn't bother to call, text, or hang out
with any of my friends* *Beginning of next school year* Me: *Back at 'loser with no friends'
stage*
Me in the morning: I'm gonna wear a dress
today to school Getting ready: I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! As soon as I get on the bus: This was a terrible
idea.
Why do people have quiet and respectful funerals? When I die,
I want my
ashes mixed with glitter and packed tightly into a coffin and
then they blow up the coffin with explosives so glitter rains
down on the guests while blasting "Thanks For The
Memories" by, Fall Out Boy.