Hard To Say

Oh tomorrow, I can’t tell whether to be nervous, excited or sick for you.

The cost of freedom: $9,000. I can do this! Right? Right! Then ramen, lots of ramen. Lol.

:S

Leave the kitchen so I can eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. :<

Someone tell me what creative thing I need to be doing instead of freaking being on tumblr…:X

Ummmm, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME!? You aren’t freaking doing anything important and we could talk since we haven’t been able to do so in like FOREVER. Really Amanda come on!

Ok, ok I know that maybe some people need time alone and maybe last night you just didn’t feel like talking, but wtf. You could at least tell me that instead of blatantly ignoring me…

Eh, whatever. Your loss I guess~

One day I swear I’m gonna get better friends who freaking appreciate me.

Guess I’m actually gonna start using this account now…mostly to not have to worry about -you- seeing everything I freaking write like a stalker. That way I can complain about you in peace, lol.

Lol hi. =]