freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin freakin worried about something now.
*bites lip*.
already thought of a story to avoid this impending disaster that might not even come but still...i can't help but worry over it.
what if a scolding comes?
what if they demand compensation?
what if they sue?
an infinite number of whatifs.
what if..
ohman.
not particularly enjoying this unofficial half day.
I.N. save me. do that and i'll post another one of your emo poems.
then we can pull our black hoods over our heads and listen to nice songs.
oh and i'll get you that black sunglasses you always wanted.

tag replies.
amanda: ah im okay ah. thanks(:
szeying: severus snape is a good boy. the guys you're crazy over are weird.
alicia: oh..thanks? lol i appreciate your um, kindness...
kenneth: o nice. snape doesn't really sing, it's alan rickman(: and the previous blog post means what it just means..no underlying meaning..