and yesterday was a bad day. really really bad day.

but marley and me was nice though.

the day my hair died. i went to storm and she totally destroyed my beautiful hair. now its short and horrible. i'm feeling so sad so very very sad. even my mum went, " what did you do to your hair!" and laughed at me.

damn i'm feeling eeeww right now.


why must this always happen to me
being tortured slowly
then left to be dead in a lil corner
thats how i'm going to die?
i want a nicer death