I spend too much time reading other people's thoughts. What's so addictive about this? Is my pretentious douchebag thoughts not enough for myself? I don't have pretentious douchebag thoughts but i like to think that I do.
James Franco blogs. He directs, acts and writes poetry. It's not fair how someone this beautiful is that talented. Now cue self pity ramblings.
I suck. Why.
Elephants can die of a broken heart. I wish I was an elephant. How much easier it would be for me.