I hate it when people ask me if I'm okay or if I'm sad or if I'm alright. I just hate it. I hate it when people ask me why or how. I hate it. It's not a big deal. And if I want to talk about it, I will. If I don't talk to you about it, then it means you're better off not knowing. But to set the record straight...I'M PERFECTLY FINE. (okay? no more questions please.)

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*BANG BANG*

LESSON LEARNED.

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My wishlist:

1. Unlimited Shopping Money (c/o mommy? :D )
   
2. A brain model
   
3. A unicorn stuff toy from humor post (yung pink!)
4. A unicorn pillow from humor post
5. A UP planner
6. A new pair of chucks
7. A shirt from that store in midtown (i forgot the name!)
   
8. A new Jansport artist series bag
   
9. A kiss from **** or ****** or *****
10. What I told Allan.

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for them:

*DON'T EVER SMILE AT ME. you're mean.

*you're so inconsistent. i don't know what you want.

*stop being too nice.

*stay away from me. i don't want to hurt you.

*you don't have to be nice to me. i'm not that immature.

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isn't this sweet and cute?:D

*click*