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e ye ca nd y.
i'm your soul.

Your photo here.

I'm a girl who ONLY love myself.
Oh yes, I love Zac Efron too, :D

strike out.

I want you
I wanna be rich too

hearts talking.



alternative exits.

jessica's sweet and simple life. ★
daniel's dead. ♥
crazy carol's singulariity. ♥
hannah's hot style. my bunnydoll. ★
joyce's life & josiee's love. ★
sweet & innocent sophiaa. ★
shirley's / twinnie's world. ★
runaway with brenda. ♥
sung.i.boo.♥
oddly khashi.
tim. ★
valerie and her valentines. ★
angy . the mean bitch?coursenot.★
scottyboi./ ★
tonydudette.♥
OMGKEVIN. ♥

my days, not yours.

January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009

thank you.

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

thinking of going BLONDE.
all my friends are like, fuck no please please PLLEASSEE.
(: i just want to do it for fun when i get to vietnam, friggin awesome.(;

ummm. okay.
science project.
2O% done.
thanks ruby. D:
i'm forever counting on youu. (:

'' i just wanna tell you the truth,
not lie to you anymore.
never again, to step out my door."


i guess you were one of my friends.
who constantly said.
bffl .
bffl.
and turns out you weren't.
oh.

i had a friend like that once.
she changed alot. but no blame, we did too.
i miss her old self.
i miss going to the park with her and her.
and . i miss my childhood.


i wish there was a way.
to rewind for all the mistakes i've done.
but that'd be no fun.

in my own little world, i am
stargirl.


i can imagine it now;
everyone's in the cool grade eight hallway.
and we all start screaming and hugging eachother.
i walk through the doors, my head held down, with blonde hair to my waist.
and still, short as ever.

i can imagine someone being like
'' whose she ?"
and all pointing at me.

that'd. be . amazing.

a dream, would be to my mom be like
ok.
i would have to debate with her on that.
i am ready.
for I want to go blonde. (: <>
not doing it to look pretty.
not doing it to impress.
doing it for fun.
i guess you can say, I don't really care.
if someone goes, EEWWWW.
-cough-boys-cough-

(: and .
tim is getting sweeter and sweeter every day.
gosh, it just makes me so mad that i am so boring. ):
ai. someone teach me the way to socialize please. <3. (:

ummm.
yeeaaaaah.

(L)


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