« on: October 19, 2011, 02:11:30 am »
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When the partys over, how will I get home?
And I won't be made a fool of, don't call this love.
love hurts. But without pain, what would life be like?
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When I was ten, I had an obsession. With poo.
Teacher: *Points to the chalkboard* What does that equal?
Me: *raises hand*
Teacher: Emily?
Me: POOP!
*Class bursts out loling while I sit in hall*
