My thoughts move quickly within my mind. My train of anger leaves me broken behind. I am no longer confused of what is and what was. I simply am misguided by the angers of above. Point being: Half the stuff that I type, is confusing to even me. I understand it not. But I enjoy writing it. As you may or may not enjoy reading it. Welcome to my blog. Which I feel lame as a video game playing/lives in a cave person highschooler to say. But no one else listens to me. Why not write?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Confession
i watch confessions of A shopaholic and i see the clothes... im dying to go to the mall now!
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