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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
But I don't believe it baby.  Sunday. I'm beginning to feel that tomorrow's not gonna be an enjoyable day, although for the fact that exams are officially over, tomorrow. It's just a feeling, my instincts can prove me wrong anytime. Bride Wars was the best btw. Yes, I know. You might have watched before I did and you would probably call me slow, but whatever! I don't need your criticism. PFFFFFFT. Nothing else to blog again, I'm getting my hair cut later, I hope. Bangs, it'll be a disaster, I can tell. Oh well, as what Rasyid said, your hair will grow back Mistika. That's true, really true. I'll be backsxsxsxsxsxsxsxsxsxsxsz. I like Saturdays and the rocket summers, blue sky and the morning's air. I like you, you like me. There's something wrong with this picture let's turn it upside down so we can see, the insecurities. Along with you and your technicolor eyes. It's getting late. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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