zfhgchjgaj, i almost died today.
i was sitting on the toilet when a friggen cricket was under my legs. the WHOLE time i was screaming and moving my legs around as the fucking cricket was jumping everywhere. i told my mom…
she laughed. T.T shitlike.
i changed my theme on here.. and i didn’t realize that it doesn’t show the description under the title. T.T
sooooo, imma try and renovate this shet. maybe i can figure something out.. ugh, too lazy to change the theme again. -.- plus, i kinda like it? :3
so, yeah.. here we goooo.
when you look at me, do you see your wife?
can you picture us lovin’ eachother for life?
are you playin’ the role, just like the rest?
these are the questions that i ask myself.
another should come, whose finer than me;
and she wanna take your love away,
would you leave?
baby please, answer my questions.
-Blaque Lyrics. “Questions” —
i’d tell her, but i think she already knows. hahaha;
without it, there’s no real relationship. i need you to trust me… or i won’t do this anymore.