16 days.

DECEMBER 8TH, 1999

I remember one day, he wreaked the car and he was sad..he was so afraid that I'd be mad.

But, what the heck?

And though I pretended hard to be mad at him, guess you can say he saw through me and hugged my neck.

The rest of the day had went that way: hugging and cuddling.

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I'm back. And I'm fine.

Thank God I didn't die, am I right? Ha..haha...haaaa...

AnYFUCK.!

"SUCKING DICK FOR COCAINE."

~XoXoKittie