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Hello kiddos. Behave yourself.
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Hello kiddos. Behave yourself.
will they find our hiding place
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Hello. My name is Johanna. I bite. Watch out.
I'm not going to be the friendliest person you ever meet. So don't expect anything.
our lips must always be sealed
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I hate spammers.
Love.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012 @ 6:50 PM
I've seen it, i've heard of it.
I see what people go through, the hurt, the happiness.
All of it.
Jinx was trying to convince me it was beneficial yesterday, and i do think it is. I just didn't tell him i thought it was HAHAH. Meh.
If human emotions had a switch ...
Labels: Mixed emotions.
Innocent.
@ 1:19 PM
I don't know, okay. I don't know.
I'm not sure i want to either, but this feeling sucks.
It feels like it's tearing me apart.
Neurgh afjbgaeuyfgnamui
Labels: Ignorant fool
Tuesday, March 13, 2012 @ 7:54 PM
Y'know what. Just disown me. Just do that instead of doing whatever you're doing now to me.
Pandora's Box
@ 6:10 PM
Grounded. Again. FML.
Is it really that fun to mess around with me.
I don't know what's true and what's false anymore.
I hate pandora's box. Z
It's open. I don't know how to close it back.
Fuck it.
On a lighter note, i wasn't selected to go for the NPSU camp.
I don't know whether to cry or celebrate.
Rah
Labels: Messed up
Faber Castle
Saturday, March 10, 2012 @ 8:24 PM
I just want to sock you in the face.
I'm not a big fan of hugs. Never will be. But maybe, just maybe, I'll get used to it.
HAHA.
Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
- Flavia Weedn
Labels: You don't want to know.
Messed up.
Thursday, March 8, 2012 @ 3:16 AM
If you're just gonna bring my hopes up then crash it down, stop it.
I'm tired of it. You've done it countless times and you still aren't giving me a legit reason as to why you aren't changing your mind. Do me a favour and be ... reasonable.
I'm tired of having to be strong, to try and meet expectations.
I need a break. A reprieve from this mess.
Labels: Blooming flowers
Monday, March 5, 2012 @ 9:14 PM
It feels really weird not talking to Gramps.