my head is stuffed with cotton and i dont know what to say im nome but not really i leave infour days friends i want to see you give a call. so tired... my closet has swallowed my soul. ten trash baggie-os and counting...
"yea...i guess she's okay...i mean, she hasnt really done anything to me -EXCEPT for the time she blew out my chanukah candles. yea...i still havnt been able to forgive her for that." -fo
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