The Mad Hatter

i'm tired write back ugh i hope you're done with my notebook on monday

lulz.

^why'd that make me lol edit: oh, yeah, 'cause I described myself as a stray dog to one of my friends a week ago.

Jenna, back the fuck off. lmao.

I think she's a man.

me too. do you get tired of yourself a lot?

never. :(

"Comatose" by Skillet. :uhoh2:

getheroffyougetheroffyougetheroffyou you're for meeee :3

Gum.

don't leave, I have nowhere else to go. falling in & out of sound.

Beat them.

Yes. I would yell it multiple times and then laugh a lot. Then Ian would take the words away. Edit: It's funny how if somebody called me a fat bitch it would have nowhere near as much weight than if I called someone a nigger.

I'm not a boy.

I am the only trumpet player with a silver trumpet. "Look at that boy with the silver trumpet!" GOOD NIGHTTTTTT

Sometimes I know it's not me and I feel happy. Usually I know it's not me and I'm sad. Can't we pretend?

EDITTED BY BUSYBEEBURNS

You miss me. =3

FUCK. It's a classic.

what I want and what I need

:awesome: :uhoh: :uhoh2: :laugh4: :escaping: :wtf: :wacko: :wacky: :thinking:

just like heaven :3

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe Unless I feel you next me. Thaaaaaaaaaanks for making me like that song. =(

lol. not really.

That weird awkward moment when my bestest bestest best friend walked up to me to hand me his iPod and my friend asked if we were dating and I wanted to say "yes," but we both looked at each other and said "No" quickly and we both realized that we knew each other inside and out but refused to act on it and it destroyed me even though he thinks by staying away he won't destroy anyone but he's hurting me anyway and he doesn't even know it.