Wednesday, June 24, 2009

You child.

My, my, how much you panic.

You make such a fuss and drama about your predicament, don't be so hotheaded and rash. Relax, breath in and observe, think before you act.

Let me know once you're done flailing about and get a hold of yourself.



Because this little charade of yours bores me.



♫All your decisions are ruled by fear, you misinterpret everything you hear♫

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