i don’t know what it is, but i’m pretty convinced that i go mental when you
enter the room. as flattering as it all may sound, it’s not good at all. i still smell
of last night, which is of, failure, screaming, loud noise, cute boys, ciggarettes, and of course britney spears. but i’ve showered?
if you could read my mind, please inform me (:
photo description:
holy fuckballs. me,tylah& 1/8 of bea @ stardome.
twas the mirror that makes us look deformed. promise.
