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This is my corner. My little spot. The eccentricities of a 17-to be glamour junkie. Peace.You are responsible for what you find.





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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009
If I get into IE Club, I'll

offer a mass.

cry.

hug anyone near me.

slap myself to check if it's real.

dancedancedance

If I don't I'll

cry.

eat until i gain ten pounds of effing fat

blame Rachel

blame Rachel

blame Rachel

In the meantime I'm...

praying 50 times a day.

fasting.

telling my co-apps to

STUDY THAT PRIMER,BITCHES.

GOODLUCK.

bitching about it on Plurk.

telling myself to get over it