It's where i ramble, so my friends that i love and never email know what i'm up to, so i get to scream with some degree of anonymity and just vent because sometimes, there's no one to talk to
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Masochistic much?
You got under my skin. You're a bit like an old tattoo. Lines a little blurred, colors faded. I try to hide it but i know it's there.
Im gonna go study and try to forget you. It is truly the wrong kind of place to be thinking about you.
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