This is;;
a story of a girl
who has the knowledge of a 15 year old


^{s t a r s
switchfoot
Maybe I've been the problem, maybe I'm the one to blame
But even when I turn it off and blame myself, the outcome feels the same
I've been thinkin maybe I've been partly cloudy, maybe I'm the chance of rain
Maybe I'm overcast, and maybe all my lucks washed down the drain}

THIS IS A PRIVATE JOURNAL!
ANYONE FOUND READING WILL BE HUNTED DOWN
^{{cuz my uncle knows people o___o;;}