On this weekend, me and my class mates were supposed to go in a trip. Maybe they'll go. The thing is, my mom won't give me money! Because last night we argued and suff. And I don't no what to do, 'cause I really wanna go. And if i'll go to my mom tellin' I'm sorry and stuff she'll say that I'm only using her, and I only love her when I need something from her. Which is not true!! God! She's my mom, I have to love her, and I love her but she's driving me razy somethimes.
So.. now I should dress up and go to school. I want to go on that triiiiip

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fuck. (sorry Deviant Art)
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Um uns schießt Dummheit wie vergiftete Pflanzen aus krankem Boden
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When you have nothing to do . . . AttackTheTeddy!!
It is very much appreciated!! <3
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With painted mask, we masquerade, and watch as identities fade...
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Tryin' to make a move just to stay in the game
I'm trying to stay awake and remember my name but
Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same.
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And all the memories of the pubs
And the clubs and the drugs and the tubs
We shared together
Will stay with me forever...
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De dimineata, plec de acasa
Si încerc sa-mi las sufletul în pat.
El se trezeste si nu ma lasa,
Se agata de mine, plecam amandoi.
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know. [Diane Arbus]
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