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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
what
rant.
BFF&E&E.
it's not about you.
to make you mine.
cocktail.
sorry I didn't see.
what to do what to do.
we're so starving
shift & drift.
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
what 2.
Thursday, August 7, 2008, 7:00 PM
she's nothing special in real life.

why is it that ( ) always need to celebrate when I lose? gursh it's getting annoying bearing it for the past how many days/weeks/months/years. if you really cannot accept this why don't you just stop sticking on me and go fix your ass or sth.
ps. I'm boycotting u.

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part 1.
LA McB test sucks, yada, biology oh my God what if I get heart attack? according to the John video heart attack just feels like INDIGESTION when it starts. how the hell am I suppose to know if it's heart attack or indigestion?

part 2.
tmr have a 3km run (in our case, stroll) isn't it just awesome? :D
don't be noob larzz.

part 3.
does your mum still yell at you about cleaning your room? cuz like I told some of you, if I was a GUY born and living in AMERICA, I'd have ran away, joined a band and screwed at least 12,345 girls by now.

watching football soon, bye.