Blurty for saint rita of casia.
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| Saturday, March 22nd, 2008 |
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sometimes... my fears are so strong that i can't move my arms and legs, thus i'm stuck in my bed on a cycle of bad memories. i wake up at four am for my eight am class. i try on many clothes, do my hair over and over again, and spend atleast an hour on my makeup. i'm afraid if i don't, people will see me as ugly. i lie to people so they will think i'm cool. them:"ever heard of this band?" me:"yeah, i sure have" (it's a lie). sometimes it's so lame. |
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Blurty for saint rita of casia.
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