I hate hiding stuff from my parents. It makes me all...paranoid.
>.>
<.<
And how do you help a suicidal friend? I feel for her and want to help, but I don't know what to do!! She might even be reading this....
And no, I don't know her in real life.
Any suggestions?
And I finally got all my music back!!
But I still need to get the new ones -stares at Same-
^^
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Now a days, Soda becomes vodka.
Kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
The only drug you knew was cough medicine?
And we couldn't wait to grow up.