

lets seethe alarm went off at seven ten.the room was freezing.the basement was always this cold.but she had lived in it for years,it wasnt unwelcome.it was an assurance almost.as much as she hated knowing exactly what would happen next at any point in her life,or day,the cold cellar air in the morning was a familiar feature,a Dependant factor.she had a small pile of books on the endtable.loose drawing pencils beside the sketchbook,pages of unfinished homework.she prepared to try,but made no attempt.that way shed feel like she had at least DONE something,though it was never the case.she took notes.notes on her brain,her life,her dreams.more notes thanlets see


cryptici may ,in actuality, posess the worldly knowledge and maturity he describes. i believe so. however,ill be the first to openly admit, when it comes to love,i am quite nieve.cryptic
evrey chance that arises,he refers to me as a woman. i dont know if it is to remind me of the fact or to assure himself
and as the tides of fate roll back out i now see myself standing in the shoes pitted in the crossroads where and old friend,an old mistake,once was. irony.
this time im not scared. im not afraid of what was or what ive become.
each d
raptor jesus is win
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Cheer Up, Emo Kid. Things always get better... Promise.
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it's saraaaaaaah :3
love the obnoxious girl in your algebra class.
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