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still stressed.
i'm gonna blow my next paycheck on this.
i'm having atl withdrawls. i cannot fucking wait to see them again. their music gets me through the day, i swear.
jones soda cap of the day: "drive more slowly." except screw you cap, i had a blast speeding down 49 and flirting with a car full of hot boys the other day.
i need to do so much.
i need to see him.
i need to make sure i'm okay.
i'm not.
trust meeeeee.
shut up.
i can't believe it's already october.
i can't believe this is how it all ended up.
never in a million years would i have pictured this as my life. this as me. i'm such a mess.
the party scene has got the best of me (and you)?
i want to be happy someday.
i am having such a hard time. with everything.
and i don't know why. and i can't make it right.
[forever seventeen.]
