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i'm a total beach girl.sand in the crOtch, mussed hair, broken flip flops-the whole nine yards. i need the beach. ive been daydreaming about it since the beginning of time. and the beginning of school. i shouldve applied to monmouth. fuck. if i was sad, i couldve walked to the beach and jumped in the ocean; my petty little problems pulling me down to swim with the fishies, in a non-sopranos way. i would love to just dive into the ocean and become a part of it. going to visit west chester tomorrow with my mommmy. i hope i hate it. itll give me something to complain about. im only complaining to keep myself busy |
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exhausted.