happy eleven effing months.
it's been fun.
sorry for being a jerk most of the day.
you know i never meant it.
i had a bad morning.
you know, my friend telling me he was going to marry a girl you cheated on me with...
and then feeling sick most of the day...
and then walking to spanish two,
the girl i hate the most walking up and playfully punching you,
yeah, that wasn't cool.
that's why i got angry.
that's why i made you upset and then ran off.
yeah, i don't like your friend.
i honestly hope she gets in a car wreck on the way to the show tonight.
nothing would make me happier.
i love you.
&i hate your friends.
good luck tonight.
you and the boys will be incredible.
then we'll sneak out in the pouring rain to the loading dock where we always run and kiss each other like nothing else in the world matters. Current Mood: vindictive