Go take test at this site. Sign the guest book. I signed it..and messed up. Hahaha. I want to be a rock star. A punk. A pirate. I want a tattoo of a star on my hand. I like when it rains. I want a punk boyfriend. I like smokers. I don't smoke. I like kissing. I am aggressive...if you ask nicely. I am tired. I am awake. I am slow. I am weak. I walk up seven flights of stairs, just because I want to. I miss you. I hate you. I love you. I need you. I want you. Please. Leave me alone. Snores. Snows. Floats above room with arms extended pretending to fly and falls and fails and is not loved and mother leaves her in jail. She doesn't pay bail. I need you...come back. Waves. 
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