You'll grimace... "What a DRAAAAG!" Well, I know. I know this by heart. Everything's a drag. I'm tired of dissembling.
I'm too stupid for writing an essay right now. I have nothing to say about this or that matter. I'm very ugly; my hair is ugly, my eyes are ugly, my mouth is ugly, my neck is ugly and what comes after is even uglier. And if I'm not, lets wait until I'm dead. Dissect me, make a lamp shade or an ashtray, show the world I was arty and that even after death I made myself useful. I'll be unscrew.
posted by Sofía @ 9:50 AM
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"death is not the end..."
Heard that song.
My sister too, feels like killing herself.
Telling you how pretty you really are won't help much, I know. But damn pretty you are, really... so beautiful.
Sí. Bonitas pestañotas.
Gran gran anillo --sin albur.
Ay, sí, la neta si eres bonita, lástima que tú no te veas cómo te vemos los demás. Me la volviste a hacer, insisto.
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