Tuesday, December 31, 2002
I might be a big baby. I might be a big jerk. I might not know what I want. But never again will I trust a boy with my heart.
I write in the moment and sometimes my moments change in seconds. I will regret this later.
Night. I'm going to cry and listen to Bright Eyes. He understands.
¶ 3:27 AM
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I write in the moment and sometimes my moments change in seconds. I will regret this later.
Night. I'm going to cry and listen to Bright Eyes. He understands.
¶ 3:27 AM
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