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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

I bet you don't know me
Cassie Audrey FIFTEEN. TAKEN, 030211. 130297.


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Thursday, November 03, 2011
I want to make it forever

9 months together baby. <3


 9 months is a very long time. But it felt like 9 weeks with baby. I'm having too much fun with her. & besides, time goes by so fast now. I wish it would slow down so that people would stop doing what they're doing and look around to see what's happening. Deaths are increasing. People doing open-burning here and there. Throwing babies, killing them. If you don't want them, don't fucking have sex. When you know you're not going to take care another innocent life. Cutting trees to make new buildings. Car accidents. & recently a collision between an oil truck and a train. What is going to happen to the world? Humanities are decreasing. I'm not sure what I want to say here, but. People have to realize that world may end anytime. Start appreciating mother nature people! Fucking serious here. 

Good Thursday morning everyone. I woke up & decided to post something in this dead blog. When I woke up, and I saw someone texted me. I couldn't really be thinking anyone would text me as early as 6. I opened it and saw  'mine<3'. It was baby. She said "Happy 9th monthsary babe. I love you so much" a short sentence like that could mean the world to me. I never thought that we would get this far. I mean, I didn't expect this. Then I almost forgot it was our monthsary when I was the one who reminded her last night when we were on the phone. Talking about that. Last night, we talked and talked. Mostly about stuffs we did together in the past. & it made me smile. Then, when we decided to change the subject into what she did when she was small. I can't imagine sleeping while listening to her stories. Cause I actually did fall asleep. I can't help it. I was so tired. Anyway it's 1 minute to 10:47am. and I should probably get ready for school now. Seven Crappy Hours Of Our Lives. *sighs. Okay. Bye now! 
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you ought to stay