Trashy

God knows I'm so bored right now. Even a book can't cheer me up. My mom always says that if you're smart, people always want to be your friend. Do they? I never know what I'm questioning here. Feels like there's nothing important. For me or from me. There's no difference anyway. I should get a live. Sometimes I wanna be a person who has no heart. Or a person who is so dumb. Whatever... Ok, this thought has just come to my mind. I wanna go to church. No. I want to cut my hair. No. I wanna go to a bookstore or bookstores. Want to buy lots of magazines or books or anything. I feel like my tears are going to fall in any minutes. Who cares anyway? hahahaha. I miss Angel. I miss her calling. Hush. I'm so trashy right now. Screw everything. Bitch. This writing is so trashy either. Sorry to bother you. Don't have a pitty on me. I use to these things that are going in my mind. I'll recover soon enough.