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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
all the details in the fabric
take it higher. (countdown 2hrs 48mins)
plastic.
take a look so you can see how beautiful you are.
to you, too.
zsa zsa zsu.
rationalise that.
Put yourself in her position.
Mrs gris
polishes for wasteland.
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.
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hear.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008, 9:15 AM
I just had a nightmare about end of years. it was LA papers, and I wasn't studying, so when the papers came I couldn't write at all and after writing the first paragraph I realised that I did a wrong imagined question and the real one was damn hard.

like wtf,

that's why I'm going for Kwek kwek's tuition later.