Thursday, November 24, 2005

The smell of freedom.Though i'm not exactly FREED.
Camps,camps,camps.Sheesh.

Gonna cut my hair.It's in an awful state now and i have been waking up evry morn with a hair that looked as if a bomb exploded right bside me in bed.

I have never been to prom.And i'm not going for my sch's.Beat THAT.HAHAHAHHA.
I'm not partying.
I'm gonna be a refugee.

I just realised my life's very different somehow.
What a misfit.

If only
Say you do,i do.
I've got nothing to lose.