Just added the finishing touches to my photo wall. and it's the best thing about my room. It's a collaboration of: frankie magazine tearouts [courtesy of my work], drew barrymore, patience, and all things colour. not to mention my dodgy birthday cards; which is nothing new, i've kept all my cards since i was eight years old. they live in a small box right next to my collection of trash mags. i swear i might even be able to dig up goss from the stone age, you know before lindsay lohan admitted herself to rehab for the six hundredth time.
Year eleven is going okay, apart from my lack of motivation in school work, getting yelled out for never bringing my calculator or textbook to math, and dizzy spells i experienced today from concussing myself in the shower, long story.
i know i'm selfish and unkind,
towards you.
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