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




















12/13/0910:06 PM
explosive

mother fuckin fuck you. Too bad I'm not an LS eh. (REMINDS ME OF SUMMER TIME) But, whatevs. mother fuckin fuck you

2:25 AM
it ain't hard to tell... (#4)

Fuck my life. Another one of these posts? No, Not really. I guess there's no point. Not feelin' this at all. FUUUCCCCCCCK. I want to say so much more.... but i CANT?! fuck. what. is. the. problem. this. is. stupid. w. t. f.

12/8/099:18 PM
proof&magic (#2)

I fuckin' misss you, you little jerk. With all my heart I really do. Seems like, during these times I always seem to think about you. HAHA, been a while since I talked to my 'cousin'. She can always make me laugh no matter what!

12/7/097:45 PM
It ain't hard to tell... (#3) / i know how

JUST TWO THINGS:

#1) walkin' right beside ya, ou, i think i like ya.. Honestly, I should stop caring about you. You don't care, I don't care. FUCK it shouldn't be THAT difficult. IT ALSO SHOULDN'T BE DIFFICULT TO BE NICE TO YOU AND SAY HI. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME HONESTLY.

#2) So, I found one of the rings he gave me, last week. Today, I found another one. I've been wearing them, not even bother thinking what they used to mean to me and him. I was just thinking about it and I really do miss him. We can't even be friends after what happened. It still gets to me. He was a big part of my life and when he left , I lost a lover and a bestfriend. It's been about 3 years now, and he still dominates a part of my mind.

12/5/0912:45 AM
It ain't hard to tell... (#2)

Sometimes, I wish I was her - the girl that's always on your mind. K, peace.

12/4/098:27 PM
It ain't hard to tell... (#1)

Seems like I'm always too late or too early. I never show up on time. I wish I was a mind reader so I would know everything you thought about me or even if you've ever looked at me twice. It seems that I like you a lot. But, I don't. I could like you I'm not going to lie about that. I'm just feelin' you - you can say a lot. And, it's bothering me. I know you have some 'next girl', so I shouldn't even bother right? I don't know there's just something about you. I probably will never get you, but that's not even phasing me. It's just, I like being around you even though we don't talk that much. There's just something about you. If there was even a small possibility that you could like me, I'd be so happy. I can't even lie, I thought you were a little interested. But, I guess that's not the case. You're too caught up with this next girl I guess. Yes, I'll get over it if nothing happens. Yes, I'll want to be friends with you. But, I'll always have a little soft spot for you. I know, it sounds stupid and I don't even know you that well yet and you probably just think of me as another friend, but like I said, there's just something about you.

12/1/0910:01 PM
feel v-i-p, baby

I really don't get you. Startin' to piss me off about now. One minute you're all chill and nice, but the next you're not even sayin' none to me. What's your deal? Like I get it you're a 'gangster' and I'm not, but forreal? It's called bein' nice, common courtesy. Always flirtin' with next chicks, especially during spare. Something's wrong with you! Cheesing me right about now. Oh well, not like I care about you.