my attributes, without sounding conceited:
-funny
-caring
-good listener
-good advice giver
but i've decided that all of this doesn't mean shit. because these things all get covered up by my biggest fault: my inability to express myself and my secrecy. it's a genetic thing, trust me. but it still doesn't change the fact that everything gets fucked up because of it. FUCK THIS.
Song of the day: From Yesterday- 30 Seconds to Mars
Until next time
Sary
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