Wow, someone just threw something at us.
No, it's bouncier than a really bouncy thing on a bouncy castle.
No, my dear girl, it's bouncier than a fatty on a bouncy castle.
True Story. Bouncy is one of those words that if you say it often enough, it doesn't sound real... Or is that just me?
I build up walls as a defence mechanism, it used to work, but now I think that I scare people away. I would like nothing better than to have a really close friend, a boyfriend either. How sad is that, not only and I the only seventeen year old virgin in the vicinity, I've never kissed anyone either. At the moment I'm trying to be a nicer person, because in my haste to not seem vulnerable, to be frank, I'm a bitch, and for a while it worked, the wole being bitchy thing, but now, I'm more alone than I ever wanted to be.
And I know that it's my fault, really I do, but it's a girls perogative to change her mind, isn't it?
Also, hi to all of my new readers, I'll try and get round to commenting you all individually, but if not, atleast you know I'm thinking of you. xx