Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 15 days. "Hey, mom. When does this fucking quarter life crisis shit end?" "When you're 30. Then you kind of wake up and realize you can have some fun." "Oh fuck. Dude, I don't want to deal with 3 more years of this shit." . . . Baby, I love you. But you don't get to break my heart any more. 8:59 p.m. - 2003-05-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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