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I think my bones might be turning into dust.
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Things I'll miss about West Rox life #1:
Flying down the highway alone at 1am with the windows down smoking a clove and blasting music, singing my face off. -
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I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you I don't love you
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Sitting in my comfy bed in my awesome room writing zombie stories (ADDIE GETS BITTEN!) eating Skittles, and listening to my dad whistle along to the radio while he attaches drawer handles. Friends coming over later for Disney movies and snacks. No work for two more days. Life, I like you. -
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Uuuugh. Way too impatient for this format. WAY. -
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This is the price I pay for loss of control.
...really shouldn't listen to Deja Entendu alone. -
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