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It's almost my birthday! Yay!!!!!(Oct. 29, for those of you who are not stalking me) And all I want for Christmas are my two front teeth... stuck in someones knuckles after the break my jaw. I dont have a life anymore, not that I ever really had one, but now I'm just not here. Everything seems to be going wrong right now, and I just want to get away. I want to chill on a beach by myself, sipping a margarita, and taking long drags off of a hand rolled marijuana cigarette... that or try to fly off of my roof. Both are appeasing. Dont forget!! I'll be 17!