i want a fucking sparrow tatoo. and i dont care its cliche.

it started off as a one night stand, lingered to a fling.

teeny bit liking hardcore again more these days.
i miss it.

i never blog anymore. but here is a fun fact: i did zumba today, and it slaughtered me. and im starting pointe again, yeowch.

why are the year ten boys so much better then my year. i have a teeny bopper boy. hes the lovliest. although he seems to be in power, whats with that?

i dont really have much to add, my blog died when i went to melbs. which was amazing.
i miss indea. lots.

huloo..

sort of, a little bit, forgot aboutmy blog, for two months. no big deal.
the blogging begins.