We'll blame anyone but ourselves when we're the ones to blame.
This one's easy:
summary about myself + (my hopes * my delusions) = girls want me now and guys wanna be my bro. Pound it. Then my favorite: "Just ask, WINK-FACE!"
I hate most of you and you probably don't know it. Its alright because you hate me too. So let's just keep up the charade because we're both too good to care, right? Right.
That's a lie. You're not even gonna read this anyway. I forget its here half the time myself.
