you make me want to say "you're bitchin'"

Sitting in a park for no reason sharing cuts and scars with Sean.
He made me climb a trash can to reach a roof. We tipped it and almost broke our backs. I landed on him. Someone almost called 911. My temple is still throbbing. I won't go to sleep until I know it's not a concusion.


Got my hair done at 10:30. Just like Jack Barakat's. Well, it will be 'just' like when I try straightening it on Monday. I like that Sean was the first person to see it. He didn't really have an opinion on it, but I don't think he hated it. I can't figure out why I care.

"Eryn Smith" by The Matches is my new favorite song.
Need to start getting my shit together for the AP Tour. Just a week away.