For the Love of Sunflowers

lots of lolz

I’m afraid I don’t understand

all your nonsense.

it’s not that I mind having a roommate,

I got lucky, and have a great one. it’s those moments where all I want is silence and a good book, and she has random things to talk about nonstop, that I mind.

BITCHIN’

I’m done!

I can’t look…..

this is it, yo.

let the week of death begin: college decisions

somehow, suddenly…no other topic of conversation is relevant to ANYone.

sheesh people.