Wednesday, December 18, 2002

"and all of this, it was all your fault"
taking back sunday sold out. i dont think i've been more pissed about not going to a concert. i was so excited and now im just super bummed.
"you're a touch overrated,
you're a lush and I hate it
but these grass stains on my knees
they won't mean a thing"
i think i'm going to marry harrison. i really think so.
"i'm a wishful thinkiner with the worst intentions. This will be the last chance you have to drop my name. if i'm just bad news, then you're a liar."

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