i shouldn't have stayed up so late on tumblr.
why are you talking to me? stop.
maybe i can touch her hair without her noticing.
i wonder if anyone can read my thoughts.
maybe if i run out the door fast enough, no body will notice.
i wonder what that dude is thinking about.
so. tired.
i could be on tumblr right now.
i hate you all.
that kid needs to brush his hair.
can i just punch you?
why boys like , oh her boobs.
never, ever!