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Thursday, August 27, 2009
is that i'm so tired of waking up and knowing i can't drive like fifteen minutes or walk to your house and see you. i can't just call you up and be all "hey. lets go to the movies" or something quite fun as that. i just wish this works, i truly do. even if i have to wait longer... :l
basically
the grumpy toast is very grumpy. beware, this toast
bites. :)
i'm sixteen
i don't want to grow up
i'm so scared, yet so excited for what's coming.