why why why did this fucking friend of the family have to tell these people setting up the reunion that she'd get in touch with me and i'd want to go? NOW THEY HAVE MY EMAIL.
high school was something i don't want to relive or see again or whatever. half these people probably think i'm smoking crack in some shanty house down south or something, or living in a trailer with some tommy lee looking motherfucker with 6 kids and a heroin problem.... LET THEM THINKTHAT. FUCK THEM. and i guess they
ve been calling my parents house and my dad is all like 'i dunno her number who knows where the fuck she is!' thank god. but then TIA HAS TO GO AN TELL THEM.
i'm fucked.
high school was something i don't want to relive or see again or whatever. half these people probably think i'm smoking crack in some shanty house down south or something, or living in a trailer with some tommy lee looking motherfucker with 6 kids and a heroin problem.... LET THEM THINKTHAT. FUCK THEM. and i guess they
ve been calling my parents house and my dad is all like 'i dunno her number who knows where the fuck she is!' thank god. but then TIA HAS TO GO AN TELL THEM.
i'm fucked.