There are worse things I could do than go with a boy...or two.

( Except, you know. Not as hot. Or as skinny. )

( Oh Christ, not another rant. )

I'd kill for a fucking cigarette. He only smokes when he's studying. I wonder if he gets embarrassed by the things he says, if he's like me. Maybe we were made for each other. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

There's no such thing as full control. Or destiny.

I cannot believe you think you're qualified to give fashion advice.

I am so completely fucked.

I've been trying, but he just draws me in and I can't help it. He would break my heart. He might yet. GodDAMNIT!! Damn fuck shit. Fuck.

Only a few more months and he'll be gone from my life forever.

Have a song.

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( How boring it is inside this skin )

( Maybe not. )

( Today )

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