Thursday, January 28, 2010

I wish I could smell like french fries for six months.



I'm grounded. I'm bored. I'm fat. I'm ugly.
I hate sad movies.
I hate exams.
I just want to cry.
I want someone to care.
I want someone to hug me.
Hate my family.
Hate my life.
God I love being a living, breathing cliche.
Whatever.


PS,
Someone save me.


-01/28/10

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