It's my fucking birthday. No one should ever be upset on their birthday. So why do I feel like shit?
I fucking hate this. So, so much. What the hell.
I hate this, I hate you, I hate everything.
But at the same time, I don't.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. I SHOULDN'T BE CRYING.
Fuck my life.
About Me
- Zoë Chlorophyll
- I'm complicated, and a bit of a basket case, but most people seem to get over that. Music is basically the heart of my existence. I'm a hopeless romantic, and a shooter kind of girl (not the trashy kind), though I'm always up for a beer (literally always). I wish I were a writer. I like cheese lots. If I were an animorph, I'd be a platypus. I try to do whatever I can to help the ones I love, though I know some things are beyond my control. I like breakfast food, just not for breakfast. My favourite colours are green, purple, and red. I'm a speedy texter. I either sleep too little, or too much. I think, talk, and care too much. I have friends whom I love and adore to the nth degree. I will one day stop blabbing, and write about something more intelligent here.
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