Sometimes I stop and ask myself “Oh my God AnnaGrace what do you think you’re doing?”. But then I generally keep on doing it just the same.
Yeah, so, um…four seasons into Dawson’s Creek and I’m realizing that 70% of this show sucks. At least. And yet…I’m definitely going to continue wasting my summer this way.
Someone save me from myself.
Why does doing the right thing feel like drowning sometimes?
No, I can’t construct a poem because words - like boys - get bored and run.
Ces’t la vie.
I say “I’ve got so many better things”.
I’ve got nothing, you should see me.
My friday night just caught up to my sunday night awkwarrrdddddddd