Who did my 100th?
I was gonna write a song for them!


Hair...His hair was blue. Blue like his eyes. I had given him the dye, forgetting how well it matched them. It made his eyes a deep dark blue, like pools of reef infested oceans. He did it soley to rebel, but it did more than that. That single bottle brought out the bond between us. It was there before, but now it was as visible and palpable as his deep blue hair. Instead of cold harsh and stabbing eyes, there was a sense of calmness. But it was still blue. His eyes still held the rage inside us both. It showed that there was more than just friendship. Each of us had tied millions of strands together. We intertwined eachother together so much that tHair...


Forgive and Forget...?I know what I want to write about, but I don’t want to put it on words. For the past two weeks I’ve been racking my brain every single night, and this is what it comes down to. I have so many opinions bottled up inside me, and when I try to write them down they’re described as a “sitcom.” If I write what I want, then it shows that I actually care, but I’m not supposed to care. I can’t permit myself to care.Forgive and Forget...?
But how can 12 years of my life be wasted on my troubles of not wanting to talk to my stepfather? I haven’t seen Mike in months, I haven’t seen my stepsister in over 9 months and in that time she’s had a baby. I’ve never met h
he hee he eh he...
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I'll write something nice for you if you know who I am.
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I have become a popcornaholic
I didn't know this was your DA page...awesomeness.
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Has moved to ~Trast
You = more awesome.
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I have become a popcornaholic
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Has moved to ~Trast
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I have become a popcornaholic
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I have become a popcornaholic
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