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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Wednesday, May 27, 2009 @ 9:15 PM

Bad mood !#$%^&*()_+

One minute we're okay and the next minute it's the cold shoulder. PMS is it? Irritating. Seriously, if that's the way it's gonna be, I'm just going to sink deeper. I hate you when you're like that. How can we communicate?

I fucking hate life.

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samantha t.
too tall for my own shoes

1993
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