a damned book.

[Xi Coleman]

it's a book, dammit! MOOD: PISSED • LOCATION: MY HOUSE • LISTENING TO: MONSTER First off, this is not a fucking diary. Why it is that when I pour my heart out into a book, that it is automatically a diary, I will never know. Like, never. Anyway, I just figured I might as well write down my thoughts for the hell of it. This was completely pointless. I don't have anything to hide, or secrets to tell. 'Bye now. ~ go away, xi

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