YFriday, September 08, 2006
I dread time spent outside home. Gonna put on sth appropriate, gettin my smile, walkin like a girl. Self-conciousness is soon becomin a habit of yesterday. Perfectin ( or least, near perfect) a home-coming status.
everyting i do wil go into da drain one day, and i;ll be forgotten. why am i stil doin it. Fuck
~♥makeitmutual..
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