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*Rachel
running the world
It's the time of our lives. Oh baby, we will never die.






Run Around.







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Another monday.
Sunday, 19 April 2009

I’m dreading tomorrow like anything.

I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate MONDAYS.

ugh, gotta be in school at 6.45am and i’ll be ending at like what, 8 plus? good luck to me man.

pray i make it through tomorrow. i’d probably die halfway.

“They tell me that only the strong survive
I don't know if we'll make it through the night
I guess I'll see you in the after life
They tell me that only the strong survive...”

I HAVE NO LIFE.

okay, now i feel like a twat for saying that so many times but sadly, it's true. i shan't elaborate. it's depressing.

help.