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[Dec. 28th, 2008|01:07 am] |
Boy don't try to front.
Yes, I'm listening to Brit Spears. Gosh. There's nothing to do, three days straight of partying and now I'm home with absolutely nothing to entertain myself with other than cigarettes and arabic lessons. My throat burns. GRRR
My stomach feels like it's plummeting whenever I think of the future. Gah. Ohwells, happy indulgence in escapism prevails. MY STOMACH HURTS. Maybe it isn't plummeting, maybe I just ate too many chocolates. I have nothing to say.
Anyone can touch you, can hurt you or heal you.
Anyone who can reach you, can love you or leave you.
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