1. And letting you hold their things? Half my friends, insist on me carrying their bags, and the other half refuse to let me to? It’s CONFUSING. Just let me carry your stuff and let me be a nice guy! D=

When I was a kid, I used to write in a journal, that I still have locked in a box. There I would write my most personal feelings. What I was angry at, the girl I had my first crush on (Diana Franklin), my first kiss (Selena Gonzalez). I stopped when I got older and started up again digitally in high school. So now, it’s made the transition to tumblr. I don’t expect many people to actually READ my tumblr, but those that do, and it will only be those that care, will get more insight on who I am as a person through what I write (mostly anger) and the music I express myself with.