My lips are chapped from my constant biting
My hands are weak from my constant cracking
My stomach is hungry from my lack of caring
I feel like I'm turning into a nervous wreck
Only 22 more days...
☀K☁
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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4 amusing musings:
That's my second favourite band! :)
Really?
I'm in love with that song... it totally describes high school romance :]
It'll be ok babe...
Thanks, Angie :]
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