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& so it goes.

you can call me whatever you like; everybody else does. but if it makes any difference to you, the name my parents gave me when i was spat out into this world through no fault of my own, is kelly. i've pointlessly wandered this earth for a whole twenty years now, soon to be twenty. still trying to find out where i belong, where i fit in, and what the hell is the point to all this. as a typical girl should, i love shopping, socialising, twilight (still searching for my own personal edward, anyone?) and would quite happily have cam gigandet's babies if he let me. chai lattes, cardies and funky scarves are how i would spend all my money if i made enough to be able to do anything other than just pay the bills. rock and d&b are the only sounds that my ears will respond to (when i'm sober anyway) and i'm constantly seeing the world through oversized sunglasses to cover my either tired, high, drunk, or teary eyes. i'm not going to list a few female names here and say they mean the world to me because i no longer know who my true friends are, or even who i am for that matter. just broke up with another boyfriend, with another phone snapped and more late nights with a smirnoff can in my hand crying in the bath. an old councilour once told me i think too much, that i've analysed all endings before it's even begun. so to stop me thinking, i've thrown myself into the superficial routine of sleeping in, stumbling to work, coming home to watch programs i have no interest for before doing it all over again. and the biggest issue in my life right now is the fact it's really hard to type with these fake nails on. how ironic.

still wanna be my friend? then there's something wrong with you; fuck off.