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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: J is being a bitch but whyohwhy and whatthehell did I ever do to deserve this?
Thursday, 9 October 2008 AT 10:00 pm


I'm going through one of my periodic emo funks again.
The type that makes me all edgy and pissy and neurotic. The type that makes me want to scratch out the eyes of anyone who so much as comes near and looks at me or at what I'm doing. The type the makes me want to scratch myself till I bleed everywhere so I can stare at the red stuff flowing out and smell its metallic scent.


I know I know. I don't care.
Just bugger off.

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