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The drama mama.

Phoebe [Fee-Bee]
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Hypocritical.
Highly explosive.
You have been warned.

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Epilogue.

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Memoirs.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I'm actually blogging for the second time today. *gasps dramatically* Haha. I read the outline of the little mermaid story. Not the disney version. The sadder one. Where the mermaid loses her love and turns into sea foam or something.

I'm not a mermaid. I shall not poof into sea foam or whateveritis.

Idk why I'm so sentimental nowadays. I think of sad things. I dream sad things. I type sad things. I write sad things. I can't bring myself to eat heartily. *snaps* I know!! *pauses* No, wait. I don't.

I don't comprehend the reason why I blog in such a boring manner. I'm beginning to feel like I should just press that little button that says "delete" and get my butt outta here.

I've been thinking about school. What ever happened to school days. At first, I loved going to school. [I hate the homework but I loved going to school] Now, going to school is a chore. A mundane, boring, compulsory **** that you just HAVE TO do. I'm bored of homework. It's essential, blabla.

hmm.. There is something very wrong with me indeed. I feel like I was forced to write what i wrote (above).

I'm scaring myself.

I've turned really random. All I can think of everyday is: HOMEWORK.

I'm crazily dumb and stupid when I attempt to say/type/do/try something of the new age. I'm just like an ice-ager who got poofed to 2009 by mistake.

It's time.




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