Random rant. Don't listen if you don't wanna.

It's kinda funny how people can become enemies and such. And what those enemies can do to you. I might not have the most confidence, but I sure have much more than some. And maybe it's just because middle school sucks, but I'd like to point this out to a certain hater of mine: You don't know anything about me. People can lie. People can feel bad and make up stories. So how do you know I don't have as much of a social life as Paris Hilton?

You don't know that.
So deal, asshole.

Random song:

Jackie, Jackie, bobo-wackie, how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and pecan shells,
And little bells all in a row.

Original song:

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And little maids all in a row.