i am counting down the days until i leave. everyone makes this whole scene about how far away i'm going and blah blah stay in touch blah blah,when let's face it,you could give a shit less about me,and i give a shit less about you.

you gave my cold heart that warm touch.♥

"Enough about my beauty.” Buttercup said. “Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I’ve got a mind, Westley. Talk about that."

...control
self control.
it takes everything in me not to have my words spill out like vomit on the sidewalk.

question: open myself up and sound melodramatic & attention seeking,or drown in my own thoughts??

i just don't know anymore.
estefania equals miscellaneous.

"I'm too shallow. And too picky. Sometimes i miss a good thing when its right in front of me."