There is wood in my eyes from a sharpened pencil and my feet are so cold I can't feel the toes hangi
There is wood in my eyes from a sharpened pencil and my feet are so cold I can't feel the toes hanging off the end. I like mandrin oranges because the pulp explodes in my mouth and the juice gives me those bumps on my tongue. I could sleep forever with shaved heads and black clothes on my mind that came from earlier on the tube. Mother. I can't wait to go to college. Which reminds me, I got my ACT scores back today and they are perfect for GSU. Which means when I apply I will most likely get in. Georgia State here I come. To leave the bastards in high school, everyone, and to meet new ones I can easily push down the stairs and walk away from.