I'm being used for sex.
It doesnt matter how fit I get or how smart I get or whatever the else I do I'm still being used for sex.
Thankgod I'm going away in the fall.

Current Mood: indifferent

Do you believe in magic? in a young girls heart? blah blah blah cos its like magic when the music is grooving it makes you feel happy like an old time movie.

Honestly I really dont think Emily is that into committing to me and raising a tribe of really pretty half asian babies but at least I got the prom, and AFTER the prom.

Current Mood: mellow

So I have no idea what to write in my diary because I'm not that literary. I mean in yearbooks you just say " dude this is what happened, sweet" and THAT IS ALL.
I have to write about emotions and crap.
Actual emotions.
Um Emily is hot.
The end.

Current Mood: productive