Thursday, August 28, 2008

life's turning point

When I went to sleep yesterday night, I had a dream that a boy I used to like kissed me. He had chapped lips, but I liked the kiss because it was sincere. He's a douche now; that's why I stopped liking him. I miss kissing him. Well, no, I don't actually because he's out of my mind now.

Hello George Sampson.

Listening to: Singing In The Rain- Mint Royale

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