Dear Life,
Fuck you. Hard.
I'm lonely and now I'm dying a slow, sore-throated death. Alone. What is the point of this? Are you trying to teach me some kind of lesson? Either way, you're a bitch and I'm gonna die like this.
Thanks for nothing.
Lauren
PS: I really hope I don't die.
10/6/09
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