i think whats wrong with the world is that we are all to busy destroying ourselves to love one another
trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on
the feeling you get when you remember summer eventually will end and you have to go back to school
so at my brothers baseball game, as soon as we got to the field my dad left the car and went and sat with his best friend (they might be a little gay for each other)
I was left alone, rude!
and theN THEY LEFT ME?? wheRE DID THEY GO???