Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
søndag, april 06, 2003
my head hurts like a blowtard.
I miss my friends that are out of town.
i am listening to the Rachels. because that is all that i have of
these are the people who I talked to today that aren't my parents: corbett's mom, my bell choir director.
ow owwww. saying something like that makes me want to go to school. and this journal entry isn't that bad. owww. i just want to sleep and drink tea all day. and be with people who
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