Typical Kayla.

I hate everything, always.

Ugh why am I such a horrible person?

I reached into my book bag to look for a pen and my hand comes out looking like it spend the day in a gay coal mine because my glitterly black eyeshadow exploded.

Then every pen like thing I proceeded to pull out turned out to be an eyeliner. 

Dear Kayla, Do you really need to carry around six different eyeliners at one time?