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WTF?! MORE PLEASE WANKERS FUCK THAT


WHO WANTS FLOWERS WHEN THEY'RE DEAD?


DanicaViciousFreaks,
Ay you! Im DANICA.
Im a flaming gay fairy, teehe.no.
Im asian, DUH!!! dumbass.
And yes i am straigt.pssshhh cheayyahh.
Hey,what? Hey, WHAT? HI. im such a fucktard sometimes. sigh
:)) aren't i gayyyy?.


Gorgeous deaths.


Thursday, August 26, 2010
Im such a Happy Person sometimes.
But i don't know why i get so down when your with someone else, or you aren't hanging around me. Like i smile when i see you hug someone but inside part of my heart just brunt and turned into ashes. Why can't i be normal like normal girls, and just be fine with everything else? Instead of getting myself into a tiny depression rate, making everyone ask me, "what's wrong". Well yes i know im fugly, don't need to keep telling me.