well, if i had the money. of course i dont, so i'll just procrastinate a bit more about the life i wish i could have, whilst slowly destorying my chance of getting it.
oh the fucking irony.
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the lovely bones
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. The penguin was alone in there, i thought, and i worried for him. When i told my father this he said, "Don't worry Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world."
DONT EVER LET SOMEONE MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS WRONG.
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