So... What happens when you leave your pencilcase at school at the end of the year with your 8 gig filled usb in that pencil case, in that school which you won't be returning to nesxt year?
I may aswell just go kill myself now -_-
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.