I thought I'd stop writing in here. But... for unspoken reasons, I guess I'll continue ( Read more... )

( OH BOY! )

I'm leaving now...

Pretend my weeklong beach trip is epic and leave me some love. <3

FUCK. DEEP MEANINGFUL BULLSHIT ABOUT HOW I CAN'T DO THIS.

I'm going to start a new journal that you're only allowed to add if you promise not to care how much I update. <3

OMG.

ETID at the Ottobar on August 30th.

CHRIS! IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING DATE! <3

( What could be better than a rabid raccoon and a hot dog?! )

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I feel sick. Weak. Dead.

I can't stop shaking.

You thought right.

Sometimes it kills me how oblivious you are. __

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