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4 months ago you said to wait.
now you're not even looking at me in the eye. i hate how things are so awkward between us.
Sheryl
(You can skip this part.)
Hi, my name is Sheryl and I'm fifteen. I can skip lunch and dinner on days but eat non-stop on others. I think I'm fat. I'm really so painfully shy you wouldn't believe it. I hate how things are so awkward between us.

Tagboard
cbox cbox cbox.
width no more than 170px. really.
Links
my blog i self plug. put you own friends links here
Archives
(title)
don't hold it too close, it will burn.
RIP.
screw the surface, look beneath the skin shit.
paperclips.
mad and mad makes.
what 2.
what
rant.
BFF&E&E.
LOOKBOOK.nu: collective fashion consciousness.
Credits
Codes: Huiting
Designer: Sheryl F.
Pls don't ever ever rip this. It was painful to draw and because of this I probably wasted enough time to prolly memorize another chapter of my cursed Physics or Bio.
Image references: 1 2 3
HBHB2.
Monday, August 11, 2008, 8:57 PM
part I.

happy birthday, old man. you're twenty five now. :) sorry I bought such a shitty tasting cake. next year I'll get a more professional one. swensen's oreo icecream. wheee-


part II.

to those people who owns dogs and take them for walks PLSSS clean up them so that I don't have to step on you-know-what again for the 12,000th time.
they were NEW. WHITE. CANVAS. DAMMIT.