Wednesday, April 04, 2007
7:51 PM
My heart is made of paper clips.
Go away. ]:
No hearts for bellebelle. Baaaaaaaaaaaaad mood. Like I can say fuck and fuck off over and over again to myself. Hello, I love you fuck, yo!
Gah, not making sense. Shitzsxzs manxsxzsx.
Why does it feel as if, it's all coming to an end now?