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i feel discusting...physically, emotionally and mentally......oh man don't even ask. something just blew up...loud resignating sound pumps through my ears to disperse within the vacent air that reisdes in my head. the moans wern't loud enough 2 alarm anyone, but i heard them, i still hear them...except they're different now...soft penetrating whispers, carrying words or authority throught he air. 'goodluck, you sick fuck' it was ok, until i realised that the whispering was with in me. control for me, starts with F- convey that, as you will. am i even making sense? meh...
me = purchasing BDO ticket tomorro....wooo yea!
sorted through a bunch of old photographs today....realisation = nostalgia's A bitch. coloured my hair today as well.....blonde....however, it's still brow n...............WTF???
holidays suck....sooo fucknig boring...welllll not really........i feel like cleaning.
thats all.