Nakakabanas yung mga drama queen. Like, FUCK, get over the boy and move on, bitch. Obviously, he isn't worth your time, or whatever. Teenager thoughts really do drive me to the edge of sanity. Make up your damn mind. Ten years from now, he probably has a belly larger than a preggy lady. THAT DUDE CAN'T GIVE YOU A FUCKING FUTURE, THE FUTURE YOU'RE LOOKING FOR. So yeah, fuck off before I barf in your face.
Anyways, I feel awful. AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL AWFFFFUUUL. I think all these drama surrounding me has an awful effect on my psychological thinking... and logic. Eugh. I am writing down, "Tales of James G." instead of reviewing. Eugh. Eugh.
Whatever.
I'll go watch a movie or eat. I have been over-eating, though saying this might really not be much a surprise.
Isn't it apparent that I like long sentences?
-- Georgette
the one who has mood swings
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