I feel like Taylor Swift is narrating my rejection.
Nice to meet you, where you been?
You belong with meeeeeeeeee!
She wears short skirts I wear T-shirts. She's cheer captain, and I'm... actually I'm on the court, slaying the defending team like a friggin boss.
You're the reasons for the tear drops on my guitar. (I do play Guitar.)
Baby, now we got Bad Blood. And now we got problems.
It's so sad to think about the good times... You & I.
Why must Taylor Swift haunt me?! I mean, it's summer time and I won't see him for about two months.
I miss his cute, freckled, greeny-blue eyed face. Why does it haunt me so. Most of my other friends have a boy friend. Am I really not that attractive.
Oh well. Whatever I guess.
Wow, I feel like a drama queen, but I had to vent somewhere, and I thought you guys could help me somewhat.
Poo.
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Krista's Crazy Brain
אקראיAll the stuff that happens in my brain. All copy right to, you guessed it, ME!!!! Haha! This is dedicated to all my loyal followers! Caution: Krista is not responsible for mental damage.
