June 2012
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sometimes i wish i was an optimist
i’m sitting in bed thinking way too much about tomorrow (and not the fact that i’ll be turning eighteen). i’m not scared about the surgery itself—the thought of my jaws being broken honestly isn’t that bad. it’s what comes after that. i’m afraid of seeing myself, and eating, and the blood and everything. lasjdflk. i should be sleeping since the...
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“That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear...”
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this week is going to kill me. on the bright side only one day of work left for the rest of the summer. only five more days till my new face/ i’m finally eighteen. lskdjfl;askdjf.
