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Hello, my name is faith. I'm your normal kind of weird fourteen year old girl. :D I love books, computers and music. I hate spiders, insects, things that slime/crawl and scary films.
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Monday, March 9, 2009

Thinking about writing a post each about all of my friends. :D
That'll take days right (: haha.
Darn it's 1.18a.m ):

Okiee. Here's one .

Hey okay you'll probably read this like, a week later or something.
You might not even know this is about you.
You're the lamest person I've ever met. Seriously.
I remember the time I followed you around for one night. Yes, I didn't complain (:
That was last year.
You know, my life got kinda miserable after I met you. And your friends.
Sorry about that, but its true.
I hardly talk to you anymore, and that's so weird. I used to talk to you every day.
You keep stuff from me, you lie to me.
Okay, that's quite enough typing about someone whose name I didn't even mention.
And I'm not going to :D

So yeah, I think I'll go to bed now. (:
Today was exhausting.

Owhhhh I fell asleep in front of the tv again just now. ):
Wonder why I always do that.

Huhh. sings lalala.