Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I recreate your bright futures in despair

Cramp cramp cramp.
Mom still angry with Dad.
Me and my brother don't seem to care cause its their business.
Tired.
So so so tired.
I think I'll go sleep soon.
HEHEHE.


Love me love me, say that you love me.
Fool me fool me, oh how you do me.
Kiss me kiss me, say that you miss me.
Tell me what I wanna hear, tell me you love me.

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