A poem my me:
Please. Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
STOP.
Being so utterly you.
Becuase I think about you.
Become some one else.
Then there will be no you for me to think about.
Please.
Please.
PLEASE.
Angst eh? Don't read into that so much XD
I got home about 20 minutes ago. Babysitting.
I wish that LJ wasn't all lame like it is now. I liked that was it was set up a
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