| Its been over a year since i last wrote on here. Time flies as your adolescence disappears. I wish i could go back to the days of xanga and sleepovers. But thats just a hope with no chance of occurring. We're growing up, we're having kids, we're moving away. Things never stay the same. Its like grasping sand, the tighter you squeeze the faster it spits out from between your fingers but no matter what its going to fall away and all your left with is the irritated raw feeling in your palm. It was once there but all you're left with is the memories... |
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| 2 stitches on my middle fimger... exato knifes are sharp |
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| MY COMPUTERS WORKING AGAIN!!!! |
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| i need some lovin... any takers |
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| I <3 Party monster
and
I <3 Herman |
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