What am I scared of? Of returning to the past. There's a good reason why it's called the past.
Gawwd. Screw my life. I am too young to enter this kind of life yet. Housewife? Teaching? What the eff. God always had a twisted sense of humor. YEAH LAUGH IT UP, UP THERE! If only I had a long ass broomstick.
My aunt is talking about the caretaker's son, how awesome he is. If I roll my eyes any harder, they're going to roll out of my eye sockets. Please spare me from all this unnecessary chatter.
I really feel like I'm repeating the same summer over and over and over. Thank god for those extra minor (sexy?) changes in my life.
So Metric Concert and Dayana sleep over is what I look forward to.
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maybe he's sexy
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