Yes, scars. I love em. Which is kind of fortunate, as I'm fekkin' covered.
I'm writing an article about self harm. But... I ended up cutting because I didn't know what to write. Oh the irony. Aren't I amusing?
Also... I'm getting my tongue pierced. Laura is my tongue piercing buddy, because we're going together to get it done. And I may dye my hair some stupid colour. Also, I'm going to yoga with my lovely friend.
I'm feeling randomly creative. I made some stuff out of wire for my room. I've ended up nailing wire jewellery holders to my wardrobe. It looks pretty cool actually. Even though I did that stupid stereotypical thing of hitting my fingers with the hammer.
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You're reading this, so you must have too much time on your hands. It's just my lame attempts to communicate with the world, or myself. What I'm trying to communicate, I ain't so sure...
All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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woooooop I'm a lovely friend, I feel wanted, needed and I have an awesome friend and life is good. *rubs off happy hyperness*
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