Icki
I feel small. I hear ringing noises. Soft, strong, high-pitched, slow-waved, ringing noises.
I'm thinking about how I care.
Convincing myself how it doessn't matter... much.
But then thinking about everything planned.
I'm thinking about how I care.
Convincing myself how it doessn't matter... much.
But then thinking about everything planned.
posted by cherbearberry at 12:37 AM
3 Comments:
NI FONG
Morals your ass.
What the hell does this entry mean?
Dude, I have no idea what this entry is about, at all. *thinks hard* Mmmm, not coming to me.
I REMEMBER I REMEMBER I REMEMBER
It's about Sergio moving away and going to Boston and enjoying himself without us. -_-
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