Words From A Wannabe

Perverted Prose Before Your Morning Poptart

16 December 2007

She's not afraid, she just likes to use her night light .

I hate confusing feelings. I hate mixed signals.

I just...I don't know.

I really don't know what to do.

I am just....
spent.
Posted by Aimee at 9:22 PM

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