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oh my god! why oh why!
i'm at an internet cafe
i find it amusing actually...guys trying to pick me up at an internet cafe...saying they can help me find something on the internet. i'm fucking around with my profile on myspace...come on! i'm doing nonsense and i certainly don't need help at it....
its funny though
i become rude....its just all to common that guys try and talk to me here...its nothing special in the least...it's just funny and ridiculous nowadays. it slightly impresses me, their persistence. i certainly wouldn't try for some random person that hard. hell, i usually don't try much at all. if eye contact doesn't work than i drop it....though i am tired of meeting people anyway...no no, thats not true. i met a guy from palestine in france...i met that moroccan boy...i met some dutch boy at the bar...i met the ghana rastaman on the street in london. i like to meet people very much so...i just don't like to meet people in the sense of pursuing a more than friendship relationship.
alright, well thats that
i think i'm coming home
i've decided i should come home and fix my head...fix my hatred toward my body. i'd like to look at a photo of myself and not want to cry because i'm so ashamed of myself.....haha...what a nice thought! so that is my justification in coming home. i am scared half to death and i feel like a failure...especially cuz taylor is going to be in amsterdam! taylor is gonna find a job and i'm not! then again......i wouldn't want to be in the company that she got into...i'm not being mean, it's just fact. aw, mol.....i'm so bad, aren't i.
lal al al al aalalalalala
i just wanna travel
i just wanna go back to morocco
how oh how!?
right now!
i'm at an internet cafe
i find it amusing actually...guys trying to pick me up at an internet cafe...saying they can help me find something on the internet. i'm fucking around with my profile on myspace...come on! i'm doing nonsense and i certainly don't need help at it....
its funny though
i become rude....its just all to common that guys try and talk to me here...its nothing special in the least...it's just funny and ridiculous nowadays. it slightly impresses me, their persistence. i certainly wouldn't try for some random person that hard. hell, i usually don't try much at all. if eye contact doesn't work than i drop it....though i am tired of meeting people anyway...no no, thats not true. i met a guy from palestine in france...i met that moroccan boy...i met some dutch boy at the bar...i met the ghana rastaman on the street in london. i like to meet people very much so...i just don't like to meet people in the sense of pursuing a more than friendship relationship.
alright, well thats that
i think i'm coming home
i've decided i should come home and fix my head...fix my hatred toward my body. i'd like to look at a photo of myself and not want to cry because i'm so ashamed of myself.....haha...what a nice thought! so that is my justification in coming home. i am scared half to death and i feel like a failure...especially cuz taylor is going to be in amsterdam! taylor is gonna find a job and i'm not! then again......i wouldn't want to be in the company that she got into...i'm not being mean, it's just fact. aw, mol.....i'm so bad, aren't i.
lal al al al aalalalalala
i just wanna travel
i just wanna go back to morocco
how oh how!?
right now!