This is thirteen thirteens almost, and that makes me feel bad about actions in the future and essay marks; fate. I'm pretty pathetic really. I don't read starsigns or anything; but this thirteen thing throws thinking to frippery.
I want to be bold, vibrant, quietly powerful.
I write bad poetry.
I like to laugh at people.
I don't suppose this blog will be too popular.
I'd like to be a different person each day to see how their life works out.
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