friends or enimies (or how we're just a bunch of kids that can't stand anyone else and are to crazy for our own good)

heeellooo everybody, today I'ma talk about my friends. I don't really think we explain why the heck we actually hang out enough, because if you think about it why the heck do we hang out!? well that, my friends, is simple. No one else will hang out with us. i love you all dearly, all the way to five infact. and really, we don't enjoy any other group and we're all just a bunch of insane wack jobs staying together so we don't feel as crazy as the next guy. So, yeah, that's it. Except my idiotness and get over it. oh yeah conversation from the other day. my sister: Kelsey what are you doing? me: noootthhiinngggg *5minslater* oh shiz! it broke!!!!!!!! *putsnecklaceback* I swear it was like that when I found it! *walksout* KILL YOURSELF! no suicide is wrong, talk to someone before you get aids and jump off a building or something. I'm bored as heck right now, not really seeing the point in like, anything. so why not blog? well, here it is. Hi, my names Kelsey and I'm addicted to Pixi Stix dust, and I just love to hate you.