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4 months ago you said to wait.
now you're not even looking at me in the eye. i hate how things are so awkward between us.
Sheryl
(You can skip this part.)
Hi, my name is Sheryl and I'm fifteen. I can skip lunch and dinner on days but eat non-stop on others. I think I'm fat. I'm really so painfully shy you wouldn't believe it. I hate how things are so awkward between us.

Tagboard
cbox cbox cbox.
width no more than 170px. really.
Links
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Bienvenido Sr. Verano
"Si con mi mano, por demás indigna, profano este...
Y si el amor no es mutuo, ¿continuará igual de fue...
Hoy, ahora, no puedo verme tan así. Porque sé que ...
LOOKBOOK.nu: collective fashion consciousness.
Credits
Codes: Huiting
Designer: Sheryl F.
Pls don't ever ever rip this. It was painful to draw and because of this I probably wasted enough time to prolly memorize another chapter of my cursed Physics or Bio.
Image references: 1 2 3
Eras
viernes, 10 de abril de 2009, 14:36
Te hacía perfecto. De a poco fui encontrando tus defectos, pero como siempre los ingnoré: seguirías siendo el Sr. Perfección hasta recibir respuesta. Pero nunca llegó ninguna, siquiera palabra. Ayer llegó la gota que colmó mi vaso de desesperanza.