August 2011
July 2011
Alert: Moody Teenager
I hate when my dad decides he needs to put in his two cents when Declan and I are fighting. He thinks he knows what we are fighting about, but doesn’t, and makes everything so much more complicated. So now I’m chilling in my room with my laptop, phone, and iPod. Good move dad, you really got me this time. (Note the sarcasm dripping from my words.)
Haha this is me all the time.
You: Can I have a sip of your drink?
Me: Uhh, sorry... I'm sick,
