Time slows down
Whenever you're around
I can feel my heart
It's beating in my chest
Fat Saturday.
Packing, packing, questions, packing, packing, questions...
Couldn't go to Katherine's cos she has fam over, told my mother that. Turns out she wasn't going to let me go anyways. Poop.
Packing, packing.
The Real World. c;
Wow mother, really? I like how my mother says those things that no one says, not because everyone is scared to say it, because she has no sense of mature boundaries.
Actually, no. I don't like it.
I hate it.
New York tomorrow.
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