time passes. even when it seems impossible. even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me. - bella swan, new moon.
my name is allana. im sixteen, almost seventeen.
i live in town, which you probably haven't heard of. its pretty lame, and there isn't much to do. but life goes on.
my friends mean alot to me, without them i would be left wondering the streets, sniffing glue.
miley cyrus is my idol, i love her, she's pretty amazing.
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