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martes, octubre 19, 2010

Why do I fall in love whith every woman I see... Who shows me the least bit of attention?


When I was a kid, I thought I was.

Can't believe I'm crying already.

Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is
to be a kid.

Like you don't matter.

So, I'm eight...

and I have these toys, these dolls…

My favorite is this ugly girl doll
who I call Clementine.

And I keep yelling at her:
"You can't be ugly! Be pretty!"

It's weird…

Like if I can transform her,
I would magically change too.