My deepest thoughts and revelations seem to happen when I clean my room. No wonder it doesn't happen very often.
I don't know what to do with this boy thing. The circumstances have changed. But I don't know if it'll make me happier. Perhaps just more angsty.
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About....the World...my World?
This blog follows some of the more random aspects of my life. Not always the most important, or the most interesting, but what sticks with me at the end of the day.
The Blogger
So I suppose that my identity isn't that much of a secret, but for the sake of avoiding pedophiles for a while longer...just call me Luna.
Me? I am an artsy-fartsy overanlytical bookworm who has a penchant for adjectives and traveling, and a fetish for shoes.
(P.S. I also have a tendency to write bad poetry and rant sometimes. Just go with it.)
The Layout
It was Andrea. All Andrea. She's awesome.
Changed for the better or for the worse?
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