i could hear the music blasting out the open car window before i even took a step outside of my house. Metric. The music that will always remind me of boys from oakville
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lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove i miss you at school. i need you to be with me in my classes. i like it when i see you everyday. im such a stalker. those crazy russians. you dont have to tell me that my legs are nice. i know it. i said i would call you when i got home today and i tried but it was beeping with the busy signal. so i came on here and read your journal because reading what you write is kind of like being with you. and i like when i am with you. i AM a fucking stalker. regardless. i love you more than words jules. tori.
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i miss you at school. i need you to be with me in my classes.
i like it when i see you everyday.
im such a stalker.
those crazy russians. you dont have to tell me that my legs are nice. i know it. i said i would call you when i got home today and i tried but it was beeping with the busy signal. so i came on here and read your journal because reading what you write is kind of like being with you. and i like when i am with you. i AM a fucking stalker. regardless. i love you more than words jules.
tori.
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