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Sunday, May 15, 2005

for fucken's sake exams are over.
i expected myself to jump in rejoice after the last paper but no one did and that includes me.the worst part is yet to come.i felt liek someone was being a total whore make that a total fake.sheesh i feel so blardy bad for saying that.i had a bunch to spill but i guess i dont know how to start and form them into pretty sentences without guilt for everyones viewing.
i think i make sad sad jokes.aint that just sad?god dammit.i'm so damn lucky.time and time again i got away with staying out so late i feel guilt punching into my every damn vein telling me to stop my shit to her.and yet i still wanna be this ego bitch who refuses a conversation with her mother.it gets weirder when we pretend we're strangers on the same bus.its been a month or so?i feels so damn good.i feel good so damn good.but then again i know all good things come to an end so i'm just waiting for that dreadful day.we met in town at long johns and i offically became an aunty?come on man,do i dress that bad BABY? the took shots and i stood outside what can i say?i'm not a great fan of pictures in a booth where you have to look your best in order not to waste someone else's money where you have to squeeze to get your picture taken and it normally turns out like crap?they looked gorgeous though.we cabbed home.in the cab it felt like peanut butter and jelly.a great combo.i was set on leaving at two but i guess i knew it would drag and we fell asleep.cries and moans.
BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY. i could get used to it.
i craved it i got it.ROTI PRATA BABY.

because i can hear memories in my ears back to the years and all of those tears but hear me when i say i'm glad because we are here.

7:06 PM


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