Hola, ¿qué tal? Me duele el cuello. MUCHO.
En minutos me pasan a buscar para ir al abasto, comer, ir a starbucks & luego harry popote en el cine. Suena a una salida prometedora y espero que lo sea.
Hoy estuve haciendo el trabajo de plástica y fue demasiado embolante, no tengo ganas de tocar nada más del colegio en años, pero bueno, en pocos días ya lo empiezo de vuelta, de nuevo a la tortura diaria, qué emocionante.
Hell-o.
Hello, i love you; will you tell me your name?.
Hello, i'm good-for-nothing, will you love me just the same?.
La.
miércoles, julio 29, 2009
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i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story that's been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet
how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends?
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind?
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
& how much time do we have left before it's midnight?
i'd walk through hell for u.
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