February 2012
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Two. Twenty-eight. Twelve.
This feeling sucks so much. I’m suffocating. There’s so many things I want to say and do but I just don’t know how. It’s funny how I was fine three minutes ago. Anyways… thinking always gets the best of me. Sometimes I wish I could just delete all the memories in my brain and begin with a clear head. Since I can’t, might as well ‘handle’ and smile....
Crave You | Flight Facilities & Giselle
Tell me, are you a badfish too?
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Two. Twenty-three. Twelve.
I can’t take most things anymore. I’m tired of feeling so many emotions. If I dislike someone, I’d really like to tell them how I feel about them. However, I have to “behave” myself because that’s not how a “civilized” person acts. How the fuck is being fake civilized? Why am I even complaining? It’s not like I behave anyways. What I...
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Two. Twenty-one. Twelve
It’s easy to tell when you like someone. It’s also easy to tell when someone likes someone else. How funny is it that it’s also easy to tell when someone doesn’t like you. Damn, life is a joke sometimes. Seriously.
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I want to jump off a very tall building right now.
“But it all boils down to one quotable phrase “If you love something, give it...”
– Bright eyes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLUBBERS!
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Still Two. Eighteen. Twelve.
What the hell am I supposed to do? I’m walking alone in the dark without shoes. Does it even matter if I close my eyes at this point? It’s going to be dark anyways.
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I just noticed how big this party is and how shitty and casual I look.
