| Current mood: | pissed |
| Current music: | "Glycerine"-Bush |
I can't save her as she falls in love with disaster.
I am through with you.
Turn your cameras off.
Show me something real.
You are nothing now without your friends.
I'll cut you to ribbons
My favorite color of confetti
It's hard to threaten me with a brick in your mouth
You are nothing without your friends.
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