Tonight, I'm a corpse bride.
The disclaimer involves boredom and a secret need to look how I feel.
The nice boy hasn't replied yet (and I don't think he will) but if he doesn't, I don't think it's fair that he makes polite conversation with me. It just kind of hurts.
My neighbour is amazing at makeup.
Loves her.
Let's be amazing tomorrow, ok? Promise because it's one you can keep. Tomorrow is always coming but never really gets here. I look out for you, see. I've got your back.
Rawr to the cyber world because I'm scary and there's a leak in my heart so all the love's drained out.
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