Forget about it like: BAM! Who cares what that jerk things.. and hey, what comes around goes around. After a few mili-seconds, I'll have a new crush for sure..
I cry in corners, hop in bed and never leave it, make him suffer about what he's done to me. Then, I'll sizzle about it for 6 months or so. It's sufferin' time for Jerk Guy!
Maybe I'll go sentimental about it. I'll try to understand what had happened, and then maybe after 1 or 2 months of crying it all out, I'll be fine.
Umm... break up? They don't dump me. I dump them./ I don't really have a boyfriend. I'm more of a 'Livin' it!' type.
Pink and light green. Purple and pink.
Pink and black.
Pink and black. Green and... something.
Black, black, and black. Hey, maybe purple and black?
Sophisticated, hippie, rock n' roll. Like a floral printed skirt that's above my knees with a white top. Then, a leather jacket to top it off. Ooh! And some black leather boots.
I show some skin. I have a rebel, punk look. I love to show some cleavage. Like knee length boots, a black tube, mini skirt, hoop earrings.
I dress formal normal. Shirt and sneakers. Sometimes when I like to show it, I wear something sophisticated. Like, on some award ceremony what-so-ever, I wear a blue dress with a flower on one ift's shoulder. And my hairs up into a do' with a curly trendil hanging.
I like to go emo. Maybe I have my hair up into a japanese style. And I'll be wearing a black shirt that says ARMY in jewels, black hand socks, a mini skirt, knee-length leather boots, earrings. Stuff like that.
Yes, it's whack. I'd love to be Taylor Swift.
It's ok. I'd love to be Miley Cyrus.
It's AWESOME! Id love to be Selena Gomez.
It's cool. Could be better. I'd love to be Demi Lovato.