Is it the wind? Or are you crying, mother?

Today. It's Halloween. The last day of my tiring month. The end of a short chapter in my life. 

Starting fresh again. Everyday appealing. I'm going to let myself go for now. 

(Not in a whoreish state)Maybe you'll notice me when I get out. But, you're right. I need to learn that you are going to be an ass sometimes, you are not always going to be there for me. I need to learn that we have separate lives now. We're different people. We may or may not care for each other later. And I probably repeated this a thousand fucking times in these blogs, but I have to stop thinking about it. So, what I'm going to do is start to figure myself out. I probably need new relationships to straighten me up. I need to take care of business. If I want to do what I have planned for my future, I need to do what I GOT to do. I'm going to keep my music abilities live, considering I have locked them up for about a year now. I need to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. I know I'm wild about lazy-body-me, but I do need a real break with friends from time to time. I need to worry about me, not everyone else. I know I tend to speak my opinions out, waaaaaaaay out of hand. I need to learn to control that. As well as my maturity. I'm also going to take care of my body more. No, I don't mean eat like Sandra Bullock and exercise every single minute of my life. But I should walk or jog a few blocks every day, or do jumping jacks from here to there. And cut back on some of the junk foods I eat continuously. I need to get clean. Getting rid of this acne once and for all. I want beautiful skin. And this is how I need to do it. I need to make myself prettier more often. Not that I should be uncomfortable, or constantly wear makeup. But, as attitude and looks. It focuses on how people see me, even if I don't care what they think. I will have a busy life for the next six years of my life. And it'll just get worse. But, all this work. It leads to me being happier and excelled. I'm glad I'm piecing bits of my finishing years of high school with these lovely people. And I never lead myself into any trouble. LUV DIS FAMILY. I had a great time tonight. HALLOWEEN CANDY. Colton. Aurora. Adam. Bubba. Momma. Poppa. These are my friends today. 

My life will be wonderful. And I'll feel better. I don't need you right now. But, I will miss you. Take care of yourself. We'll be happy too. If. 

You know me. Like you know yourself.
Grown to be like everyone else.

Born to be a black sheep.

To change almost everything.

Pulling table clothes just to notice the true beauty.
I am no ordinary.
But I'm just like all of you.

You see.

I live in a house.

I'm sure you do too. 

Just keep on.

Figures. I'd let something like this fuck with me.

Keep pulling my nerves.

Stretching my skin.

Let me be bothered.

Let me be free.

Figures. It fucking figures.

Lately, I feel like hell. BUT. I don't really care. Going to school getting work done. Just like you. Doing whatever it takes. I'm frustrated about relationships. Not mine. I care about mine, just. He knows what I mean. Like my parents. And my friends' relationships. They are all bullshitting me. Haha. I just want to take some of them and talk to them about my opinion on what they should do. And. FORCE IT ON THEM. Haha. Not that they're going to listen. As long as they are happy, I suppose I'm okay. No need to be dramatic. 'Course, I've been losing it without speaking to you, but who isn't over here. And I know in a couple of days I'll start feeling better. I know I can live without you. 

Why don't real people understand love?

 I know what love is.

 I haven't experienced it yet. 

But I've seen it.

 And that doesn't look like it.

Apparently you know what I mean.

"Hi, I'm on meth. I'm not sure if you haven't noticed. I figured it'd be pretty obvious, I keep breaking out on my forearms and I'm pretty thin to the point where my shoulder blades rise to the middle of my neck. You see, me and my boyfriend. Pshh. We go crazy on what we got. What we got. Like... NyQuil. And other stronger things, of course. I used to date this guy. But, hey. I'm a liar so I'm going to say I never dated him because I'm too embarrassed about my previous life which hasn't changed much but my classy (irritating) personality. So, I'm going to stay home. All day. All fucking day. And either fuck my boyfriend. Snort Asprin. Or lie about everything that can possibly make my life look better for as much attention I can get. SO. Peace. Oh, and why don't you ever come see me? :( "

EAT YOUR FOOD, TINA.

Stinky.

You are the one in this church.

What?
What does it all mean, Mr. Hope?
When can it all begin?
When I leave?
When I stop?
When she stops?
Mr. Hope.
What is a prayer unanswered?
What is a song with no sound?
What is a face with no sense?
Do I just dream? Dream of what I have already tasted. Dream of what could no longer be a part of me 'till then. Mr. Hope? Should I miss him? Is it entirely worth it?

Tonight.
I want to kill Colton Smith. As well as you other two.
Tonight.
I have use this stupid iPhone for this.
Tonight.
Is the worst night I have ever starved through. And it is not even over.
I hate you all right now.

I MISS YOU, Though it shouldn't matter. I know, I know. You are busy. I hope. In a good sense. Not whoring around are ya, boy? Haha. But, you know getting through this is the best I can do, baby. And if that's not enough for you then I guess I'm wasting my thoughts. Don't just keep my hopes up. Warn me ahead of time. But hey, we know. It's a bitch. And I hope you start feeling better. And you getting some big money, nigga. Once again, I miss you. See you soon. <3 I like you, a bunch. And. I'm hoping you read these. Anywho. Lol.

Screaming. Like there never was.

Two Pink Floyd songs. And you can have it all, mister.

My life feels better now. Arby's. King of the Hill. My two favorite people always on my mind. New clothes, new septum rings. And soon new bras and panties. Wooh, this is just the skin I'm in. The mood I create now. I can't wait to know what the things I will enjoy, I will feel in the future. 

For now, You. Aurora. Clothes. Halloween. All the best things I will constantly look forward to.

Oh, boy.

GREAT.

Jump.

I did it.

Jumped into conclusion.

Fly.

I did it.

I flew into the right path.

Learn.

In the process.

Teacher.

Teach me.

Love me.

Understand me.

You getting me something for my Birthday? Anyone? LOL.

Wake me up, before you go-go.

Faces.

 You're full of something.

The many faces that I could pull. And piece together and create god.

The faces. I could choose from.

I choose your's. You're full of something.

The face that I can point out of a crowd.

Of the many faces. I could choose from.

You are the god. 

You're full of something.

Gave my first singing lesson today. Missed band because I felt like shit. Getting the official results for my hypoglycemia tomorrow. For now, I'll continue eating. Unfortunately, it makes me feel better. Lot's of weekly homework. And I'm tired as fuck. I miss Aurora. And, I want to read to you tonight. You probably won't let considering you ignore me every time I mention it. Haha. Oh well. I smell like cigarettes and powder. And my lips hurt. I want to cuddle. And pass out. Ah. Ashleigh, what has gotten into you? Ashleigh, wake up.

You kitty. 

A song I just enjoy. 

And like an idiot I believed you.

Know it all. 
You should know, my friend.
You should open my eyes. I'm entirely human.
You should know, my friend.
That the aftermath of this all, we'll express the thin line of welcome.
You should know, god. 

I felt like a goddess. I could breathe. You fucked that up.

I had the toughest weekend. I almost forgot my name. Band made a 2. Which is better than we expected. Let's fix those individual mistakes, kids. I think I'm hypoglycemic. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow evening for official results. School is going to be slow tomorrow, I can just feel it. But oh well. I haven't slept all weekend until last night. I could be better emotionally. Otherwise, I feel pretty good. I think.

I feel awful. And you should know why. I was angry. Now, I just want to talk to you. 

I just want to talk to you. 

We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl.

For some odd reason. I find the human body the most beautiful thing. No matter how inappropriate. No matter how people take advantage. No matter how immature. The human body is the perfection of this strange world.

Busy fucking weekend. Let's get this month over with guys. Can't wait until next couple of weeks. Birthday. Halloween. November. Mom's birthday is coming up. I need to plan a bad ass present for her. AND. I get to increase my gauge size. Dat's what's up. 

My idol is Gage Watson. Not only is he inspiring. He is unintentionally hilarious. Making a T-Shirt that says, "Haha, yea." In honor of this motherfucker.

I'm now in RUMP. I have a cute crush on Marcus. Haha, not because he's sexy. HA, that's weird. He's just super cool. Colton's girlfriend is a bitch. I'm sick of men discussing their penis' to me. I want to kill them. I want to cut off their dicks and sew them to their backs so they will never masturbate again. So they will never tolerate women like me again. So they turn homosexual and never speak to me again. 

I can't wait to finish this.

And we can finally write songs.

And we can finally nap together.

And we can finally be alone.

I don't need you. I want you. That's me being honest.

But, I love you enough to hold this thought.

Hold it for awhile.

"You can turn any ol' thing into art." - Mom.

Letting you know. Letting you know that I'm done. For now. Letting you know that I will be oblivious this entire month. And I wouldn't want you to think that it's done for me. It's done this month. It's done for now. Because I knew you could worry. Because I knew you would be angry. Because I knew you would change it all for yourself. I'm just letting you know. I'm done. So don't push me. Don't talk to me. Don't tell me I'm wrong. And I suppose you would've guessed that we did bad. You told me that. You did.

Today has ironically been a good day.

Aurora. She'll get better. I know it has been a terrible day for her. Tomorrow will be better for her. Hopefully. 

When I get a hold of money.

I'll buy the world. 

I'll buy many dresses.

 I'll buy many guitars, many mics, much music equipment.

 For you and I.

 I'll buy food. 

I'll buy fancy fruit drinks.

I'll drink wine with my breakfast.
I'll sleep in your bed.

And, I'd steal back my pillow. (God, that fucking pillow)

Money.  

I'm talking a new car, caviar, four star, daydream, think I'll buy me a football team.

Yeah, no do-goody-good bullshit.

That kind of money. 

But I'll never get it. Says the postcard.

Why did it form into this.

Didn't have to evolve. 

Save my eyes. Save my eyes for the rest.

Wait. Waiting.

Wait, you say.

Weigh down the pressure in my skull.

It's not at all you. It's my withering skin in the suit.
This suit I'm in. 

The suit that layers as the words pass by.
Not one minding. Nor do I.

I just hesitate. Hesitate.
Wait. 

Because it's worth it.

Worth the mile it takes.

Worth every mistake.

So I'll wait.

Sincerely, Cigarette. 

I'll stop with the clothes. 

Goodnight, stranger.

I can't hear you.

I lied to myself. And gave it all to you.

How does a question end? Does it always have the answers? What if I asked for your trust? Would you give it up? Would you give it all up for one thing? Would you know?

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I laughed today. I laughed at my problems. Could it occur to anyone that I might have diabetes? I feel disgusting. And my sugar is still low. My feet hurt. My body is weak. But, it doesn't surprise me. Any of this. The way I feel about it emotionally and physically. It all hurt, but the happening was obvious. 

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For the first time in my life, I'm worried about my mother. She has always been the strongest woman I know. Right now, she deserves it all right now. I love you, Momma. 

Haven't you guessed?

The only things I'm looking forward to:

Shopping for my birthday

Halloween

Maybe seeing you in the near future.

Considering all of these things are late October.

Now, constant need for Jello and Peanut Butter Cracker.

Root Beer is the bomb diggity.

And my favorite song now is In Your Words by Lamb Of God.

 My favorite show is my eye lids.

I wish drugs was acceptable for the way I feel. Body ache wise.

After this month, everything will go by faster and class will get done.

During the Summer, getting a job and doing online classes.
Playing video games on my free time.

Band competition real soon.
Wouldn't doubt it if we make a three. Wouldn't mind it if we make a one.

Everyone should thank Mr. Everett.

He's worked hard, guys. 

Marching sucks, but oh well.

Figured it would just be fine like it is.

Your world.

My world.

I'm happy. Are you?

Let's get this all over with.

Let's get it out with song.

The Truth.

On a strong level. I love this dress.

I'm out.

Turn Piss to Wine.

I thought about laying down with you. Perhaps, I do that a lot.

Perhaps. 

I thought about being your friend again. Perhaps, I already was.

Perhaps.

I thought about a night alone. Perhaps, I always have one.

Perhaps.

I thought about making a new friend. Perhaps, I already did.

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

I'd die for you. Don't laugh.

I would. I would jump into the nearest danger for you. And wouldn't do it for the rush. 

I'd pull you out of the way, and hold the flame with my touch.

I would. I would take the shot you deserved.
I'd break my own heart, to prevent your hurt.

I would. I'd be the victim of your drown of.

I'd piece together your neglect. Aurora. 

Today, I died. Today, I know how a diabetic feels. And I feel terrible. My sugar has been unreasonably low. And I can't breathe. I hope this doesn't end up the way I expect it to be. 

I hope you read these blogs. Because they mostly concern you. I consider you my best friend. Isn't that weird? We don't talk half the million. But I still would consider you my friend. I like to think that it didn't matter. You know. And you and I deserve this time off. I only waste my day thinking about you before I go to sleep- Ha, because that's the only time I have. Anyways, this time. This time I could be different. Not complete change, but an attitude arrangement. I'm not stupid, but I'm naive. And I think if I learn more about it all, I could be a better person. Not just for you, but towards everyone. I have a harder time looking at anyone else, no matter how appealing, though you don't find that much here. Especially one's my type. I figured out why I like you. You're an asshole. Not to me, to everyone. This ocean will look for the endangered species that it needs, but it truly only needs one. Not saying your the ONLY ONE. That's exaggerating. I wouldn't say after this is forever, though that would be nice. But I am saying that you are the only one who appeals to me now, and from now and then I hope my feelings won't change about you. I'm never really sure how you feel about me. I think I trust you though. I hope you trust me.  

I'm getting this for my birthday. I think. I don't really know.

I tried. 

Why should I?

I don't think I'm upset. I think I'm just hungry.

I miss you my landscape photo, my mover.

I'm sorry, mom. I don't know how to treat you.

I'd like to be a better daughter, I'd like to help you do everything.

I just don't know how.

Last night, I thought about jumping off a cliff of ideas. Aurora and I talked for hours about our plans this month, I think they're actually going to work out. 

I know how to speak to you now, according to my palm you are the right person. And apparently mistakes are mistakes that I won't regret and have clean emotions about. One day, we'll just talk for hours.

That's when I'll get out of here. That's when I'll be happier.

"I'm not cool."

I'm tired. Tired.

                Sleeping is a fraction of my day. 

                                                        Always an incomplete fraction.

                                                                                           I wish I could sleep forever.

                                                                                                                                     With you. Tired.

Yeah.

Yeah. That's it.

And so he said twisted myths as he coughed up words that I thought true.

The truth is. I have no compassion for you. And when it came to this I almost missed the sweet, sick mind of your's as you took my breath with your tongue. I'm not for you. I want you. 

Fuck you. Fuck you all. 

When I get out, in my spacious room. It will be empty. And I will never come back. And I will always want to see you. I'll be just like you. 

I'm effing tired, my ankles hurt, and sometimes I hate band.

I figured I could just leave to forget about it.
For some reason, I can't.

I live in a hellmouth. I'm Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Kitten. I just hate it here. My dad is an ass. My mom tries. I want to leave. For my benefit. For their benefit. And We'd be happy. All I want to do is play Chocobow Dungeon, eat, college, and love you. 

I NEED A FOOT MASSAGE.

I can't wait. I know I constantly say it. But, I will continue my dream.

Bad night, I'll end it good. I love my family. I love Aurora. I love my people. And I love you.

I wish we had the time. I wish I had the chance. Right now. We could talk for hours about nonsense.

Nice.

You could have it all, my empire of dirt.

Today, I wasn't expecting it. It was different.

I could breathe about it all.

But I didn't care, I didn't say no.

I said nothing.

And I had fun.

On a children's tricycle.

I don't know why. But, I don't remember my day. I was thinking the entire time. About upcoming events. My birth. My death. Have you ever thought about dying?

Nothing sick, "emo." Haha.

I mean. Peaceful death. Like, being an old woman and remembering everything you can in that last hour, that last minute, that last second. That last breath. I thought about it. A lot today.

I also thought about the children. My children. It's weird. Thinking that you. ME. Would have such beautiful things.

Not saying I want kids. GOD NO. I just could imagine. 

One thing.

I wish you could help yourself.

Because I can't do it.

One thing.

I  wish you could feel again.

Because I can't do it.

One thing.

I wish you could think about what I do.

Because I always do it.

I only could hope that people understand beauty like I do.

I can't wait. Until I can talk to you like a real person.

To look at you again.

To feel that power in your palm.

Echo. Delay.

Record. Replay.

I can't wait. Until I get out of here with you.

To finally beg you to stay.

To feel that power in your palm.

I can't wait until Halloween. I hope the band is getting a gig that day, because I totally want to be there if I can. 

I just did that homosexual Study Island shit. And I was terrible at it. I hate biology. GRRRRR. 

Aurora and I made farting noises. Laughed. A lot. Even though that seems childish and unreasonable. It is so entertaining.

Be honest here, why wouldn't you laugh at a fart? Be honest. How could you be serious about a fart?

It's like the Joker coming out of my butthole. "Why so serious?" There is nothing to be serious about. It is fucking hilarious. And if you don't agree, you are insane, man, you tie rope around your waist and tie a tricycle on the other end and pull your friend a block on the tricycle while holding a cat. You are like Spiderman, before that crazy spider shit happened to him. Your life sucks. 

Beyond the scary video, the song is truly amazing.
Explains how I feel everyday.

And these are awesome as well. I'm a huge shoe fan so LOOK OUT.

Same Day. Same Day.

Beauty isn't supposed to be expressed here, it's required.

I learned that I liked to jump today. Funny. But it's the closest thing from flying. Damn, it was outstanding.
Algebra, like a god. Biology, like a bitch. Orthodontics, almost done with my brace. Acne, shit yeah it's clearing up.

Silly, Silly.

Silly, that I've learned to deal without you and still care so much.

Silly, that I can go a day without breathing. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Silly, that I think about college more than high school.

Silly, that I want to kill one of my best friend's boyfriend.

Silly, that my cramps hurt worse than my fear of heights.

Silly, that I'm better at algebra than regular math.

Silly, that I can sing all day.

Silly, Silly me.

Halloween. I'm going to be Little Red Riding Hood. You want to know how disgusting that title is. All I need to say is "Hood" is a type of vagina piercing. Just saying. Hope to god, Aurora is going to be a banana. (LOL)

Halloween. I want to see it all. But you. 

Notice that I have a strange fascination with change.

All these people I see. 

They change quicker as soon as they notice something different.

I won't change.

I've had some misunderstandings.

I don't think bad of myself. I think... strange of myself... I guess.

People oddly give me at least one compliment a day.

Either good or bad, I take it much as a compliment.
The thing is, I don't care much about it.

Sure, makes me feel good. Makes me stronger.

But, truly. I don't care. 

I am attractive, in a unique way. I am funny, in a sick humored way. I am smart, in a matured, understanding way.

So, don't think that I hate myself. I think a lot about myself. Everyone does.

Pooped, twice this evening. Afterwards, I ate more. Betcha anything, I'll do it again before I go to bed. 

Fall in love with six people a day, and forget five.

Fell asleep, dreamed about drug addicts and I being an alcoholic. My worst fear.

Wanting to go to the zoo and an amusement park. 

I have awful gas, but my toots don't stank.

My wiener dog, KK. Fucker chews on everything.

I wish I could tolerate normal bras instead of sports.

Thinking about piercing a second hole in my ears while I secretly gauge my first hole.

While my life calls for new things, I'm eager to stay attached to old.

Sad enough, new things are gross.

Like, the tacky vertical striped blouse. What the hell.

I'm still stuck on this office sweater. Adorable, like my grandparents.

If you don't know, I'm not talking about clothing. 

It's so easy to say stop.

STOP. 

You should say this to yourself.

"Ashleigh, just stop."

I don't mean give up, I mean stop thinking about stupid things.

He doesn't want to be with you so just stop.
She doesn't like you so just stop.

Things like that, are so stupid.

He likes you, just stop distrusting him.

STINKY.

You know how awesome I would look in this. YEAH, PRETTY FUCKING STELLAR.

This song. It's about goals.

Read my mind. How does it feel?

I can't stand when the morning comes, and the evening rain is still falling.

I absolutely hate it.

I hate it when I say your name everyday in a sentence.

I hate it when people pocket dial me.

I hate home.

I hate my biology teacher.

I hate it when people don't understand that I'm agnostic.

I hate it when good people don't curse.

I hate bras.

I hate acne.

I hate crying.

I hate it when I don't dream.

I hate my bus. So I walk home.

I hate periods.

And sometimes I hate you.

Why is it when I open up a good day, for some odd reason I have more to do and a lot to think about.

You want to know why my blog is so late? I slept as soon as I came home.

Yeah, I just now woke up. And I'll be up awhile.

The only thing that makes my day right now is food and the fact that kittens are so cute.

Right now, I'm craving tacos. I didn't poop today, and my stomach hurts. Sounds like a wonderful sign. 

Why is it that I pretend?

I pretend to be so smart, or so stupid.
I pretend I'm funny when nobody really laughs.

I pretend to be pretty when know man actually looks at me.

It's like I'm everything but.

And I still get all these false compliments.

Today, I thought about the way people change. The way people change because they don't like the way they were before. And it could be some small change and still can evolve that person dramatically.

I have never changed. I matured. I grew up. But the person I am is still the same.

I learned that people like it when you stay the same, but I'm staying the same for people. 

I'm staying the same for myself. I fear that I'll forget who I was. How I felt about my future, how I felt about my past.

Yes, I did some crazy shit. Yes, I did some stupid shit. And yes, I am only fourteen.

NO. I DIDN'T HAVE SEX. Pssh. Not that stupid. 

When I grow up I'm going to be an English teacher or a Kindergarten teacher.

My husband and I will own a music shop and sell music, instruments and other gears for your musical related items. We would also do music lessons.

We will build our own home on a flat piece of property we owned and purchased and it will be beautiful.

My husband and I will be in a part-time band together. 

And HE cooks instead of me.

We don't have children until I'm thirty.

We argue a lot, but we bare through it.

We don't vacation a lot, but we enjoy going out together.

And we're happy, most of the time.

Yes, I want this. Yes, I've always wanted this.

Yes, I remember this.

Truly, my day told me to shut the fuck up. Because it's not over for me. And even if my descriptive goal doesn't and obviously won't come true. I still know there is a lot more. 

 The song of the day. P.S. The song describes how I feel. A lot like the blog.

I have a new part of my blog. I will show a piece of clothing picture I enjoy and show it to you.

Lovely romper that looks bad on this lady and would look awesome with a yellow cardigan. 

Wow, that lady is ugly. 

You don't guess? 10-03-11

Today. All could hope for as a simple yet bloody solitude of my home. By myself. Not you. Lovely.
I pooped twice between 4:00 pm and 9:04pm. Yeah, that's right. you're getting a lot of this shit. Literally. SHIT.
Tons of work. But totally worth it.

You want to laugh? MY THOUGHTS OF THE DAY:

1. Today, I had extreme thoughts about being a cheerleader. Oh, yes. Me, Miss Lazy ButtNutt a typically cheerleader. IT GET'S FUNNIER. The main reason why I had this thought is because I DISLIKE STAND TUNES. Yep, I have strong, evil feelings for playing a large amount of songs that are normally classic rock, classic rock that isn't even good for that matter, and mainstream pop dance song. For those of you who don't know what "Stand Tunes" are, (like my mother)  they are ridiculous songs you have to play in band during Pep Rallies and the majority of football games. But, my actual reason is I would sure be flipping cute in baby pig tails and a cheer uniform. BAH. 
2. Men. "Of course." I like someone. Shit ton. In order for this person to express that he likes me back he let's me know that he knows me. Shhhyeah. Shut up. Sounds stupid, right? No. It makes me feel better that he knows a little about me. Except when he makes something up that he thinks is about me. That's just silly. But, surely now that I have figured my shit out with him, things will be better for the both of us. I just feel dumb about this late notice I've had about our situation. Oh, well though.
3. MY DAD'S BAND IS THE SHIT. One: Josh, bro. You get it. Don't like the way you act, don't like your silliness. But you know what the fuck you are doing. I enjoy you're optimism as well. Your attitude is MAJESTIC. Haha. Two: Will. When I first recognized your voice. I'm not going to lie, but you needed straight up adjustments. BUT NOW. Your voice, your screams. You scare me with your improvement. I love it. You remind me of a mixture of Randy from Lamb of God (Cleaner though) and Jesus. Greatest combination. Three: Gage, you are the second best guitarist I know on personal levels. Will is clearly first because of his style. But, I love your classy style as well. Plus your rap lyrics are like. 4,017,304,729,803,598,759,475,137,975. That good. And I don't like rap. Haha. And last but not least. Four. Dad, I'm so proud of your potential. You got better and you make me a happy daughter. And I think about this band, everyday. Truthfully, I'm your number one fan. 
4. Cello. Can't wait to rip that shit and be a badass at it. Yep. CELLO.
5. I need more friends. 

Today's Song.

Sorry that this isn't a good blog. But, hey. It's my first. Cut me slack.