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




















11/15/096:41 PM
Etcetera

A little more each time. Greaaaaaat

3:12 AM
everywhere i be feel v-i-p baby,

Oh man, why do I look huge! shoot shoot shoot shoot! SO ANYWAY I'm totally over that guy finally feelin nice when I say that. But, I moved on so quick. Nowadays, things are so flippin stressful nothin' feels proper anymore and I MEAN NOTHING. "last name ever first name greatest" Whatever though can't do nothin' about this.

11/11/098:30 PM
over the edge

OKAY I SEE YOU. I FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING SEE YOU. NO WONDER. HOLY SHIT, SONS OF BITCHES. XOXO

11/6/0911:11 PM
show me the way

I really hate the way you're like that. No, I really hate you. I don't know why I let you get away with the things you say. I should know better by now. This week was frikkin hell. It was terrible - stupid school. I'm too stressed out. I guess everyone can say the same. FUCK, but really why do you have to be like that. It's just pissin' me off now.

11/1/0910:29 AM
Exclamation point

Cut from the same cloth. xoxo, bitches.