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so. here it goes. i woke up at three. im an m- azing friend. no quiestions asked. had a few nightmares about the three conversation. and if that dream happened in real life i'd be a little upset. then i had a dream about band. for some reason the whole band was sitting in the front row, and the cyms were playing mello. idk why. and for some reason i had a baritone in my locker... broken at that.
fought with james. im sure thats what two certain people would love to hear. at least they cant find me here. its okay. it was my fault, i was in a bad mood. he just wanted to give a damn and i didnt want him to.
i didnt get all my homework done because im sick.
the girls are easy,
and the drugs come cheap.
jes.
fought with james. im sure thats what two certain people would love to hear. at least they cant find me here. its okay. it was my fault, i was in a bad mood. he just wanted to give a damn and i didnt want him to.
i didnt get all my homework done because im sick.
the girls are easy,
and the drugs come cheap.
jes.