I ripped it off becuase it wasn't working. I kept smashing on the enter key and nothing was happening. Now that the little, black piece of plastic is lost somewhere in Brooke's room, never to be found, I am pressing down onto a little piece of rubber with my pinky every time I want to start a new paragraph.
I am getting quite tan.
Damn, Wiz Khalifa is ugly. Respect though.
I've recently become a spectacle or criticism. I can feel you burning holes into the back of my neck with the same eyes that read my facebook comments and blog posts. Get out.
I am and always will be the person that my own mind formulates. Whether the final product is influenced by you is determined by my allowance of it.
Brooklyn Taylor Gang.
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