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Letters for you.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010 // 20:38

Boy, I'm sorry I led you into this pain. Please forgive me and let's just be friends. I loved you but I can't love you anymore. Blame me if you want to.

Top Back, Hands Up, Radio On
With my girlfriend, just us, they playing our song and yeah
Ain't nothing like a summertime ride
Ain't nothing like the summertime
It's alright, all night, nothing feels wrong
Just hanging out, having fun, the party goes on and yeah
Ain't nothing like a summertime ride
Ain't nothing like the summertime


New Justin Bieber. Big fuck.

By the way, there's a chalet in the November holidays. Should I go? Or not. Being single is really fun, you have no trouble at all. Man. I made so much friends when I'm single. I'll never love anyone anymore until secondary life is over. Well, maybe... :)

Bernard wants to teach me electricity like he's the pro but he's taking his N's now. :/ Grahs. So sad.

Oh. if I go to the chalet, I need to pay. Everyone needs to pay. Haha. It should be fun when I erased all the memories I had with him. He gave me this jar of sand, should I throw it out the window or what.

Nevermind, I'll keep it. Thanks for the memories. (L)

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