At the moment, I would give my dick to go on a plane to the Gold Coast, live in Robina and attend Pacific Pines High. If I had a dick... Which I don't, so that might be a problem. Melbourne gives me the shizens, although yesterday was quite a good day. Hot weather, Bona Eater, Biff, Megan and her retarted Superman glasses, what could be awesomer? I probably just met the most coolest person in Melbourne. Purely because he's from Canada, I like the way his mind works and he has pretty radly orgasmic hair. I figured alot of people are way taller than me, I have shrunk, and the people who I thought were, are actualy dickmotherfuckers who can die in the massive hole I will dig for them. They don't deserve Ice-Cream.
Daaaaaaaaaaaamn that shit is wack!
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.