It’d make me happy
If you would like to stay the night
With me under the sheets of my little twin bed” —Jill Andrews
I wish I could tell you everything and you could tell me the same, but it’s just not like that anymore is it?
Two days in a row, people don’t text me back.
It’s not just a coincidence, it’s a conspiracy.
Fate is telling everyone to dislike me and ignore me.
I could be dying. Or kidnapped. Or lonely.
Spoke too soon. This will be the worst summer yet.
I would thoroughly enjoy hanging out with friends, going on dates, and taking day trips to the beach.
I have no friends, nobody will date me (no surprise there), and I can’t go to the beach.
Mom, every day: “Why don’t you do something other than sit inside all day?”
Me: “Can I go to the beach with (soandso)?”
You’re kidding me right?!
I’m having the worst luck.
Wow dad thats a low blow even for you.
I really am Chandler Bing in a nutshell.
it’s so bright it almost hurts my eyes to see.” —The Everybodyfields