Some people think that I'm cute and that's okay! I like it like that.
Well. what should I tell you, guys?
How about: I think I'm fucking things up.
I don't know. Stuff is just coming out of my mouth or
my fingers want to type what I'm thinking.
I really can't tell if this brings me forward or not.
Anyway. I'm not lying and I'm gonna continue to say what I want and need to say.
I'm a human being, too.
Besides of me fucking things up, some people called 'friends' are also fucking things up.
No, not things. Friendship.
How DARE you to tell me this kind of shit and then don't contact me after a week, AGAIN?
You really fucked up, b*tch.
Don't think I'll stand by your side hand in hand like your other friends who pretend to stand by your side and support you.
You fucked. So you fucked up. Not them.
They're just afraid that you'll reject them when they tell you the truth.
Besides this I'm really looking forward to saturday! Still!
No one can make me more happier then Bubu.
Bye, b*tches!
