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2 Tuesday, 1 Wednesday, 1 Thursday.
So I’m heading to the library in a few minutes to focus on studying until I can’t study anymore. I’m trying to end this semester with good grades, not just “okay” grades. My best friend, Kait, is coming in from New York tonight and I know once she get’s here I’m not going to do any work.
My Christmas nails, nothing fancy.
Rihanna: Hard.
My mom called me earlier and told me that she needed to sit down and talk to me and my brother about something serious. She said it’s dealing with her but she’d rather not do it over the phone. The first thing that popped in my head was that she’s sick. I don’t know what else it could be. I mean, I know my mother and I aren’t always the best of friends but that’s still my mother and I love her to death. I’m nervous but then again, I’m not. We are strong people so I know she’ll be okay no matter what it may be.
You are very thin. I’d be jealous, but I’m really trying to hard to recover from my eating disorder these days. I really want to beat it. I want to win for once.
Let’s get acquainted. Ask me something.
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You can have my heart,
or we can share it like the last slice.
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