Fuck I could hate myself so much now. No, screw that, I hate you! Not really, as this is probably just the anger talking, but you make me so fuking mad. All the progress that was built during that period of time, all blown away in the space of a couple of hours, for NO REASON! The highlight of my day is seeing him, the thought of his eyes maks me shiver. For some reason in this short amount of time, i've grown quite fond of the thought of him. RUIN IT WHY DON'T YOU!?
Don't you just hate it when you feel like hiting something or re-arranging someones face, but you can't do it at the time? Thank you, extremely bitchy mood, you have now just made me look like a bitch. Great work Ariana.
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.