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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
You know what's weird, it's when I start looking for old stuff. You know, things to remind me of my past and everything. I know, sounds so abnormal and so weird since when I was in that time of my life, all I wanted to do was trash it all away. And now.. I'm like.. looking for them? ._. That was just.. weird. I don't know. I've been reading message history's and archives for the last 3 days and.. I don't know. It's just fun reading them and at the same time it brings back old shit. I mean.. yeah.. I don't really know.

I'm so weird right now.. the sun's getting to me. Rawr. XD


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Ika. 14y/o. Freshie. Always bored and hungry. I love T. 08 forever.

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Jem.
Gelou.
Bianca.
Jannie.
Karla.
Nicole.

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