blustocking | AND NOW...PMS Theatre Presents...

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hehehhohohoho*sigh*shutup. I hate you all. Actually...that's not true. I was just looking at my my friends list on my profile and thinking about how cool you all are. I love you guys. I...I just love you....I feel like crying actually. But not alone. YES ALONE! no'm. Yes'm. I'm so damn ugly. Mommy, why? I miss my family. I miss my room. I miss my excuse to be an angsty teenager. I miss the fucked up love. I miss the fuck. I miss the love. I miss feeling worthy because I looked better than I do now. I'm good enough for you, you just don't know it yet. Wait...who doesn't know it yet? Me...or you? I just want that again. Best line from the movie I saw the other night, "Who does a girl have to blow to get some pussy around here?!". Someone in my writing workshop, who's a copyeditor, said I should pick one punctuation. I like them both...sometimes you need both. So, blow me?! Haha. Is joke, see?! Haha. I'm such a card. Here we go loop-de-loop, here we go loop-dee-l...i...e....