I don't have anything to complain about...
but I still feel like a major poo face and a loser all compacted into a little box headed straight for no where.
Yeah. That's me... with the postmark to (you fill in the blank) on my forehead.
Life is good. The sun shines bright... birds chirp very cathcy tunes... there are people who think I'm great (or
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i came to your house today but was too scared to come in
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