but i always admit it.
but it never seems to matter. even though im such a fuck up, at least im honest about it..
why does that little detail always go overlooked?
whatever, this is still not going to ruin my good mood.. worked sucked but we still had fun..
boys that speak in french melt my heart. :)
i am also too dependent on things to let them go. but is that SUCH a problem..? why cant i ever just dooo what i want and not have anybody saying something about it..