Love Me.

i am completely insane.

it feels like my veins are going to collapse. ew no, i mean.. i'm made of wood.

dear gap,
i hope you're happy with yourself. thanks for not calling when
you said you were gonna. psssh, you're such a guy.

p.s. i hate you.

sincerely,
sara.

i need a job. someone should pay me to lay in their bed and look cute all day. i make really good grilled cheese. i mean c'mon.
and i need more crazy friends because well, they make me feel not quite so crazy.

i need new friends because mine are fucking assholes.
the end <3