There, I must now make sure that I don't type or say hoorah until tomorrow morning, when I will be sixteen.
So thats the last hoorah for fifteenage.
And tomorrow I will spend my birthday giving a teensy speech, talking to my teachers and feeding them cake, and bleeding.
Bleeding on purpose, with a needle, to save three lives. Huzzah! (not a hoorah, a huzzah, different :D)
And it's big week out, how could I be any happier anywhere else?
I actually spent a whole 5 hours not thinking about any unmentionable things!
Like, just !!!
And I don't care if I lose anymore, I probably should.
Forty six paper planes stuck in my brain, forty six stuck paper planes...
or maybe forty five now.
I think forty five.
The Holding Of One's Breath
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