Four years ago, one of my guy friends told me he didn't hit girls. I made it my personal mission from that moment on that I would get him to hit me one day. Today, I have finally succeeded in this mission. Four years of being annoying was worth it.
We cling the music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone the explain the things we can't.
Okay so the horror game Granny has become like a big deal in my school, so much so that we have competitions yo see who can last the longest. I regret giving into this fad because now I MUST BEAT EVERYONE.