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♡ F3s-flunkflunkflunk/!
Monday, April 27, 2009, 6:52 PM
fail Pictures, Images and Photos


Bad word for flunk: FAIL. Let the red ink says about me.

Lorddd, I'm sure to flunk English. Okay, at least I'm in the know that I won't do well. Paper1 was indeed boosting my confidence to go for Paper2. Howeverrr, Paper2, my marks went strainght to the drain. I'm seriously am going to flunk English paper. Just wait and ohm-see.

Okay end of post. Its MYE blov-vers. You wouldn't expect a good long post from a girl-who-knows-she-'s-going-to-fail-one-sub-and-still-post-an-entry-in-her-cuss-blog.
Dadeedoo. B-right. Blov-vers. GEE-TEE-GEE(gottago). Bye and loves.
S.fina*//

P.S//Fading. You never take, take the time to really look. Look at the one, the one I really am. you try to fit, to fit me int the perfect glass. You left let me slip in the crust. Now I'm fading into someone else. Maybe someone I don't want to be.
P.P.S//I don't want to be your picture perfect pretty girl who's got nothing to hold your heart.