What do you really think of me?

yuuuup.

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the day was spent in procrastination, from the moment i opened my eyes to the pitch black darkness of my room, to the proposition of dyeing my hair ( Read more... )

i hate feeling connected to someone, and somehow, i just cant help but like him more; i found myself thinking about him on the way home, and it seems like now, he has stopped taking an interest.

life is irony.

Today was spent in a haze; a circle of rising smoke, a familiar visitor. A facilitation of expression and strangeness, excused humility.

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the first day of school commenced without the mercy of time as I smeared makeup on, made my hair look the least bit presentable and rushed out of the house in the clothes from the night before. trying to read parisian poetry in a classroom full of screaming adolescents is ridiculous, as is trying to walk down a hallway without feeling like the most ( Read more... )

The day was lost, lost from the beginning. It has become almost like a movie. Waking up, not doing anything but bringing out a piece of paper and searching for ten minutes for a pencil. But today I slept a full twelve hours and woke up to the ranting of my sister, telling me I am a lazylittlegirl, that she just came back from work, the usual. I ( Read more... )

The fading technicolor world of HOUSE is starting to rock back and forth. Ah. Died.

I bored.

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