it's kind of sad that 80 percent of comments posted here are spam.
my little heart flutters and then dies.
My hair only ever looks the way I want it to when there's no one around to see it.
it's probably my curse.
I'm in the middle of detoxifying my room.
I could just say "cleaning" but that doesn't accurately describe it.
you people think I'm exaggerating, you know, for effect.
oh just wait until you see the pictures.
some of you may never want to see me again.
i'm a filthy human being.