April 2011
When you pretend that you understand the shit that your teacher is saying.
That awkward moment when your ex says "you will never find another like me"
THE FUCK?
Duh, that’s the fucking point.
I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish that I could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles and and we'd all eat and be happy.
