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Saturday, November 14, 2009 11:11 PM
Cry.

I met this total semi-retarded pervy cheekopek on the bus.
He must be very deranged. Looks like he came out of the asylum.
I think he was trying to look into my shirt for 15 minutes until i gave him this super pissed look and was (almost) swatting him away with my hands. He looked shock and got down the bus. I think he took the bus across the road home.
Wtf stalker.
I feel so disturbed right not I don't think I can sleep.



I feel so upset today. Not like you (the world) care anyway.
I sit and I wait for god-knows-how-fucking-long and yeah, this is what i get.


good day,
to me.

tears, oh no, tears.
and i'm ending up with bad vision.

once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.

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drum rolls, please
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