Last night I had a dream I was dating your sister. I had to compete with all these other guys, and I kept feeling like shit. You don’t even have a sister, I don’t understand why it affected me that much. Maybe it was how I felt towards you, like betrayal. This is ridiculous.Â
Why would it be betrayal ? I don’t even know.
Everyone is from Canada, except that bitch from Corsica. I’ve always hated weddings, all that food guests be having greedily, dances as I’m getting shoved out of the way and screamed at.Â
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But guess what, cakes and candles, my dude. My birthday went by, but you kept whining about this guy even though I can’t do anything about this.Â
Can she please paint my nails ? God I know I’d be shaking the whole timeÂ
I forgot how to write good blog entries sorry
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