I'm not sure what this means, but I think it is me.


You tend to be a little condescending at times, Virgo. Remember – just because something's totally obvious to you, doesn't mean it is to everyone else. And it also doesn't mean that everyone else is stupid, either.

Why do my horoscopes always make so much sense. I want to really write, but I'm busy being too emo right now. Give me some time later and I will update you on my current situation and the thoughts that pass throught my diseased brain. Boys. Drugs. Soda. Sour candies. Ok, no drugs...but chocolate. Mac n' cheese. Love. Loneliness. Life. Homework. Emo boys. Punk boys. Ska boys. Music. Lust. Sex. Kissing. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sorry, I got a little carried away there. I don't really think that much about sex. I am DAVID BOWIE, except not bisexual. Or a man. Or a singer. Or in my 50s. Ok, I am not DAVID BOWIE. I want to be DAVID BOWIE. Can I? Please.

New shoes rock: black monochrome converse hi-tops with maroon laces. I kick ass. I kiss ass too if I need to. Hahaha...
 
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