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Sep 26, 2005 15:07

I pray that I never end up as bitchy as my mother when I grow old. Exhausted. Cranky.

I need a fucking breeeeeeaaaaakkkkkkk.

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and whiny peopleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

my thoughts are going in circles and i feel like i need to fucking tear shit down.

on a lighter note, i have a relationship with rain
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