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gina 'mc' mck | 16, flchs | music's my soul




















6/20/091:05 AM
you're my sunset

School's done. Yay? I really want to just smoke my whole life away. Ah, my one true love. Enough with them. Summer's here right? I'll surely forget about you by the time September rolls around. I saw you - you didn't even give me the time of day. My accusations were right. I know you don't. But, I never liked you anyway. Shutup. I guess this other guy and I are okay. If you can say that. We don't talk. But, that's what I wanted right? I realized how much I missed you guys when we saw eachother at the bus station. Even though we only talked a bit, It made me remember all those realtalks we had. Those stupid moments we shared even if things got weird 'cause one liked the other or whatever. Those crazy things we all used to talk about. We used to be bestfriends. I miss that. I miss you guys a alot. Life sucks, things change. Sometimes I wish they didn't.