Wednesday, April 29, 2009

brake... stop sign.

I am scared of the dark.

I have always been a little shy.

I wish I still had imaginary friends.

People make no sense to me.

"Blast you fiend" -Penelope Pistol

Prince Charmings are better left in fairytales.

The only sport I understand is football.

I think love is a drug.

I don't know how to react when people cry.

Looking at clouds make me complete.

Sometimes the scattered clouds remind me of Magnetic Wooly Willy's hair.

I wish I could unravel all of History's Mysteries.

I tend to have too much to dream at night.

I want a huge library filled with all the books ever written.

I want to be a mommy more than anything in the world.

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