What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
So my synopsis of the weekend...
Saturday...did nothing, made icons
Sunday...did nothing at all
WHEEE what a fun life i have
Someone shoot me and take me out of my miserable boring life
ooo and im sick again..strep throat *cheers* go me and my loser self