March 2012
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February 2012
My friends have decided that when I learn to make clothes, it will all be sailor moon meets lolita meets kitschy. I deeply agree.
Fuck. America is just fucked.
I know I have means of escape, but I worry about my family insanely. I know they could survive, but I would prefer they’d get out with me, or if I could set them up with a good life somewhere else. Especially my dad. I want my dad to be okay. I always worry so much about him.
I WANT A FRIEND DATE :C
I want someone to go out to dinner with me. Or like ice cream. I do love ice cream.
I am such a whore for vertical stripes.