more than who we are

i wish i could ignore the nagging sounds of BCM crying for attention. because i don't show them any (much). because they suck. because i suck at them. this is definitely going down in estella ng history. "how BCM ruined my life" i wish i could just leave for awhile. not having to go to school would be the sweetest dream. i forgot how much i used to love the goo goo dolls. me and char used to buy the albums for each other, johnny rzeznick and his guitar with the yellow post-it. whatever. i need to unravel myself. HORRIBLE HORRIBLE! it is only may.