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Sunday, October 17, 2010

@ 8:56 AM

lol, butts.

Monday, October 11, 2010

urgh. @ 8:17 AM

My life. I'm such a whiny bitch. Like for real.
I'm always complaining about how no one likes me or how no one "likes" me but it's just 'cause I spend my time complaining instead of getting people to like me by actually talking to them. I mean, I like to think I am pretty likable. Not like "whoa why isn't that girl my friend," but likable enough, you know?

hi there.

"Tuesday night, at the bible study, we lift our hands and pray over your body but nothing ever happens."

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Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.

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