Friday, September 28

Mentaaaaaal.

Oh ho, I'm finally blogging.
Yeah okay.
I'd to say all my lovely pretty daisies are kind-hearted and forgiving enough to actually try to move on with th "truth", as you proclaimed.
And what do y know, thanks alot for backstabbing her, giving th pain, and giving everyone th fucks again.
You're out, you can act on and nobody knows,
but pop daisies and I know that your selfish heart is th same as you are outside.
I loathe myself for being a whoppsy. And I loathe you more for being more than a whoppsy.



On a happier note,
yknow what? MCR IS HOT. Like totally. And I dont have much other bands that I like.(Actually, I don't even have one) I havta admit I'm more of a choosy bitch and hard to please. But MCR won my heart.






Mmm, crayons.

Frank Iero: "Has goldfinger ever had a flock of mooses advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight."
Mikey Way: "That's not the plural of moose, it's moosi."
Gerard Way: "Fuck off, it's meese."

P.S Ohh stop saying that Gerard and Frank are gays, that made them even hotter. And you're not.



Heh, going to Port Dickson this holidays. Which are coming like, SOON SOON SOON baby. 2 more weeks of blood papers (no, not diamonds) and then it's over.
.. for this year.

I wanna rock th hotel room like no one have ever seen before.
DEAD!

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