| Current mood: | artistic |
| Current music: | dark and dark and rolling over. |
your tounge is like POISON and it fills up my mouth.
Some random guy called my houese tonight. No idea who it was. Weird number. And now there are fireworks and gunshots going on outside my window. And the rainy streets freak me out.
I miss my ittle sister.
I miss TJ.
I miss everyone.
--lexxie. And if my sister died, I'd kill myself. Yes, I'm that dependant.
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