I hate it when I call someone, and listen to their voice mail that has not been changed since forever, and remember the good memories of the old version of that person.
I was doing fine in the situation, but everything else overwhelmed me and I cried.
That person has changed so much.
Mother eff I was doing soo good! ._____.
Well. I'm off to band camp. Mr. Olsen still hasn't gave me my piccolo yet. >___>
I don't wanna play flute anymooore. It hurts my shoulder. D:
k byebye! :)
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