Well a short story ha well let me think...

 

well heres one i have a firend that is pretty cool in my book. she skate and sometimes laughs at the reatared thing i say. but she has a problem she does things that bug me. i dont know y it bugs me shes not even mine but yet it bugs the hell out of me when i know shes depressed i want ot confert her but she lives miles away like realy far and i dont have a car just a skateboard. well life isnt easy is what i say but she takes it to far some times like she says reatarted things like im gonna kill my self. and she has no idea how much that bugs me i wish she understands. see i worry about her but i dont thinks she takes it serously, i think it was the other night and i read a couple of messages she sen me and for some reason i was up all night like realy worring about her i couldent sleep. idk know what up with me...

 

hey im wierd