| my so-called chirpy self is now dead. go burn in hell bitches, i could care less anymore you stupid fuckers. |
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| updating, 'cuz i'm just such a freak like that. school sucks and i'm sick. coudln't get any better. ben wants me to go to dave and busters then the philadelphia phillies game with him tomorrow. idk. my mom said no n i'm sick. kinda don't want to go 'cuz i'm sick and gahh. but bens like i'll call her and tell her you HAVE to go cuz it's your birthday. hope i'm not sick tomorrow. |
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| i never made a scene, they came to me. |
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| last nights plan : go to bed at 7am. wake up at 8am. shower, straighten my hair, get ready to go to the highschool for a thingie with julie sally n her mom.. be there by 10:45.
what happened : go to bed at 7am. wake up at 10:09. shower. scrunch hair (eww), find something to wear. walke up to julies. back down to the school. text her saying "i see you, wait for me" end up texting the wrong number. and they're like "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" ha ha. but anyway yeah. we got there at 11-ish. dandy. i have no idea where the fuck i'm going. fun. . . just about as fun as the blister on my foot. |
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| wow wat a day, filled with nothing. ooh and sleeping til 4:25. |
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