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♡ i'm swallowing all of my sorrows into my bliss moments, but they float up to the surface instead.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010, 7:27 PM
I don't know what's wrong with my stupid mood today during Choir.
Totally, trashy. I feel killing myself for being so trashy. The weather was bad enough to rub into the trashy mood. I was trying to entertain my one self, but I just have this edgy feeling of frustration at something. No. I am totally not pissed at anyone. Perhaps the long day. I don't know. Search me, and I'm still at my best trashy mood.
I swallowed the bowl of crushed ice, just in return to cool myself down. Yet I (still) feel miserable.

I swear, sayings were never were right.
Ignorance is never were bliss. NOT. AT. ALL. Okay.