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that's what friends are for;
((:
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
i seriously think i'm thinking too much..
it's not MY fault
not ME who made it come caps some not
i feel excited. oh my god.
i better stop this kind of thinking before i actually start to **** **. AHHHHHH!!!!!
friends forever ; 3:54 AM
all about me;
melissa
16th sept 1992
nitewaker@hotmail.com
lovelovelove: choir, 2e7 '06,my veryvery good friends, music
likes: basketball, class gatherings, blogging, my laptop
dislikes: posers, bad music, twits, horrible singers who think they're great, leeches
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