the day to end

to stop farting and start pooping.

my friend veckey

freedom

an idea of what to write here

My Prince

some one to actually think to themself, "i cant get enough of her..."

the day i move out and move in wit my man (mike)

death

For everyone else to be as perfect as me

working

smoking, cause it makes me wanna poop

writing to you

eating

looking at the monitor

kissing frogs

nothing

going to school, tryin to graduate

living

pointing and laughing at everyone else

i'll cry

ouch

i'll go home

I'll go to bed

it just did

I'll keep kissing all these frogs. There are lots of frogs.

nothing

it dont matter cuz it will happen

it will

then i'll still be pefect