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Kassi... What out?
Why?
Ugghhhh. Why must I be dumb while everyone assumes I'm smart???
Because you aren't dumb. XD
Greg? XDWhat happened?
Alright. XD
I have the kind of mom who needs my help making scambled eggs... because she doesn't know how to fix them when they are frozen >.<
Someone give me motivation or I'll be up all night tomorrow night >.<
XD I really should, considering I have to present in front of like, 100 people and my bishop too >.<
I know what I want it to say... I just don't wanna write it.
I just wanna hide from everything I'm supposed to do, when the list keeps adding up.
I should have just pretended I was shy and quiet. I guess it's good practice though...
Whatever {All beautiful things die...} wrote: "Ayyaaahhhhhhhhh. Yes??? :P"
Just wanted to say haiiiii. XP
Just wanted to say haiiiii. XP
Meh. I'm gonna work on it later...
Whatever {All beautiful things die...} wrote: "Meh. I'm gonna work on it later..."Kaaaassssss....
Finish it before, please?
I will... before church on Sunday
But you need sleep.
You're amazing..
And pretty. :)
And I love you the same. And shouldn't?
I'm sowwy...
I'm really glad you fell asleep. :) I love you. Good night.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
She's used to knowing she's very forgettable. You have probably seen her in the hall. The girl with the notebook held close to her, shying away from everyone if they get too close. Sometimes at lunch she will sit with some friends.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
No one knows how hard it is for her. The way she forces herself to eat, always focusing on keeping it down. Anyone can see the scars that mark her arms. Little do they know she goes home and cries, begging God to just let them disappear. Better yet, let her disappear.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
She's the girl who put on her headphones the moment that last school bell rings. So she likes music? You don't understand the way she escapes through it. Music is her best friend. She can be someone through music. It makes her complete, filling in the holes that society digs out.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
Her mind is a very dark place, of scary and twisted thoughts. It tears her apart while she smiles. "I'm fine," she says to those who ask how she's doing. And she is. She's surviving. She knows how badly she wants to live.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
The way she misses him, it physically hurts to her. She can deny it all she wants, but the pain is there. She wants her best friend near to her, not lost in distance. It hurts even more when no one can understand the way she cares. But one day she will have her friend. A friend who will keep her strong. A best friend. She already knows him. She's just waiting for him.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
She's used to knowing she's very forgettable. You have probably seen her in the hall. The girl with the notebook held close to her, shying away from everyone if they get too close. Sometimes at lunch she will sit with some friends.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
No one knows how hard it is for her. The way she forces herself to eat, always focusing on keeping it down. Anyone can see the scars that mark her arms. Little do they know she goes home and cries, begging God to just let them disappear. Better yet, let her disappear.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
She's the girl who put on her headphones the moment that last school bell rings. So she likes music? You don't understand the way she escapes through it. Music is her best friend. She can be someone through music. It makes her complete, filling in the holes that society digs out.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
Her mind is a very dark place, of scary and twisted thoughts. It tears her apart while she smiles. "I'm fine," she says to those who ask how she's doing. And she is. She's surviving. She knows how badly she wants to live.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
The way she misses him, it physically hurts to her. She can deny it all she wants, but the pain is there. She wants her best friend near to her, not lost in distance. It hurts even more when no one can understand the way she cares. But one day she will have her friend. A friend who will keep her strong. A best friend. She already knows him. She's just waiting for him.
«You don't know her name, but she is fine with that.»
I kinda like when I fall asleep on the phone. I feel like it almost brings him a sense of peace....
It does. And I'm sorry that distance hurts and eating and stuff is hard....
Sowwyyyy
When this dude has better hair than me...
Never. XD
I want hair like his though XD
XD why?
it's personal
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