scrawls.
travelling I always stop at exits
wondering if I'll stay
young and restless
living this way I stress less
i want to pull away
when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry
i only feel gravity and
I wonder why

and the sun was wondering if
it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
and the clouds were dropping and the
the rain forgot how to
bring salvation
the dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
- nelly furtado

my orphical identity.
melissa
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leave.
doll.

scawls on my skin.


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today i further editted my blog.heheh.had my test n i proved all the donkeys in
the globe wrong.i passed.with 20 mins of studying n 10 000 yrs online figuring
out my blog n searching on penicillin.today they decided to do social anxiety
instead.better than penicillin.duh.proposal up on friday.dream on melissa u r
so not gonna do it tml.u can't wake up.teacher caught my hair today.whoa.i'm
gonna look like i'm wearing a black plastic helmet on fri.who has entirely black
hair?no prize for guessing the correct ans.good ole mel.heh.dunno if i shld run
for council.i don't even look like one.at all.i don't feel like one.but i might.my friend says i look like a butch.that i got the unisex face.heh.maybe it's my nose.yeeps.whatever.i hate typing with one finger.heh.ja ide.

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