Why did genetics curse me with blonde hair and blue eyes when I would have preferred brown and black?
Why am I smoking this cigarette when I know it'll make me sick?
School sucks.
Friends make me smile.
Three shows in November. 9th, 11th, 14th.
Burnt out on writing.
Burnt out on life.
Love it or leave it. I think I'll keep it.
Bed.
Love you, lovies.
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