Fuck you. Seriously? Your fucking asshole-ism is growing on me. Like fungus. I drink coffee and read AP religiously. I'm Bi, by the way(no pun intended). I want to do art when I am out of highschool. What floats Frankie's career boat? That was lame. Damn. I smell like Dawn dish soap. Do you want to know why? Too bad.

I am walking happily in the hallway with pink hair. Not red, not reddish pink, hot fucking pink. However, it was only my bangs and it was really faded. My teacher pulls me over and sends me to the office, and I get Reasignment Room. For faded, wash-out pink bangs. Long story short, I just spent an hour washing my hair, with dish soap. Now I smell like I just bathed in my dish washer. Jesus fucking Christ. Lucky me.

Confession for today? My friend and I have a bet going on who can go longer without picture their letter-buddy naked...I am winning. C:


I don't like you still,
-G.A.W.

P.S. Don't Write.

Notes

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