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She's Holding Out For Weapons To Kill The Ghost Inside, Or At Least Kill The Thought She Has Of Killing Her Mind
[TELL ME A LIE, FOR I FIND MORE COMFORT IN THEM RATHER THAN YOUR TRUTHS]
[From The Notebook of Lea]
Damn. I just got off work; it was like reality crashing upon me. Sucks. Believe me, I'm still mad about those flames 'cause people can't read profiles, but no matter. I've had yet another awesome day. Went to the game. Haha. It was so totally kick-ass. All night practically partied and fucking messed up. Haha, but I have to admit; it was great not to be so alone. I had really friends there with me (for all those who can't). Thank you Anni and Shay! I had a fucking blast!
And I still have to say, I'm still not sure if that was Heaven or not. And no Michael, I haven't made reservations to Hell yet either. LoL. It was so totally wicked the way that we won, but I still won't admit that #32 was hot. He was okay, but really . . . let's be real. Plus, I thought {our} buses were crap . . .
To those who are reading this, reguarding my fanfiction career, leave me be. I'll be back, just when I mature a little more. Right now I am planning open again with the fanfiction called Dancing Strings, which I changed the name to My Stained Lips. Yeah, my username turned fanfic. Pointless and pathetical retreat. I just didn't like all the past names, so I gave up for something more simple and easier to use. ^_^; Rather idiotic of me, but I can only go so far to die this time around. Laz around losers. I'm gone for good almost.
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