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23.11.05
TRPOICAHHNUH
bullet point number three:
okay well this isnt exactly. but. it runs under the heading of i love my boyfriend.
i have realised two problems. ONE is actually i am a jealous person (when i never thought i was), TWO is i am never serious so that when i am serious no one takes it like that so, im not serious ever.
really it's the hardest thing to say:
"actually, that makes me quite jealous even though i trust you."
the problem with jealousy is i am not really accustomed to it so it scares me and i dont know what to do at all. ITS HORRIBLE, ISNT IT! no really it makes me feel phycially sick. im being distraced by this song its fucking AMAZING (essaywhuman by the ROOTS)
i cant write. i cant do anything any more. for fucks sake.
whispered by killa b at 8:50 PM |
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22.11.05
bullet points
* america is weird.
* holy fucking christ almighty it's twenty to ten already.
* i'm in love with my boyfriend.
* i hate college but only the prospect of it.
* my artistic ability is A SOURCE OF PROBLEM.
later i am going to write about each of things seperately because my brain is basically like a bowl that is so full that everytime you put it down on a surface bits come out and all the inside is in totally the wrong order.
hello world, paint my face with colours and tie a ribbon in my hair, for you are watching me wake from my window and i look just too cute.
whispered by killa b at 9:39 PM |
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