Teenage hopes are alive at your door

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Tuesday, July 1, 2008

She's so lovely... nat.

Clap clap clap. You've managed to live through life without having someone else to lean on. I congratulate you. NAAAAT. Can you just stop. It's seriously irritating. AND NO. If you're asking yourself if I'm talking about the gossip whatevers no. Come on. That's so lame. Everyone just get over it :)) But I am entertained by them. Their funny blogs and the funny people that comment. Get a life.

As I was saying.

Don't poison my friend's mind okay? Just stay away. Leave. Get out. Get another tree to pee on. I ranted about you already. And I'm just wasting my time. Ang drama mo nga pala.

I'll post later.

tell me thatyou love me more.