I'm Hailey. 17. Massachusetts. Potterhead. Nerdfighter. Tribute. Music lover. Food addict. I think I'm good at things, but I'm really not.
This is a personal blog.
|oh right.
the poison.
the poison for kuzco.
the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco.
kuzco’s poison.
sometimes i wish i had that friend i could text and say “whats up?” to. i literally don’t have that. and it actually feels weirdly lonely.
okay so for some reason i’ve been really self conscious lately about my body to the point where i’m dreading and not even going to summer parties/pool parties because i feel horrible about the way i look. i need to lose weight but i legitimately don’t know how. help.
I’ll never understand why people like to talk to so many others
like
idk I just find it a hassle to associate with so many other people? and to have a bunch of friends that you aren’t even that close to? it just bothers me that people are so open to talking and investing their time in a bunch of…
today there was a “flash mob” set up by the seniors because it was their second to last day so they blasted the macarena over the loud speaker and did the dance in the main lobby but our headmaster knew about it so it wasn’t even funny but whilst walking past the elevator i found out why they really did this so called “flash mob”
it was a distraction
they put chickens in the elevator
This was my high school. It was the fucking best senior prank ever.