She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

I SURVIVED 4 DAYS OF DANCE CAMP!!!! (:
yeah!!!! BUT, i still have to wear fugly bob the builder bermudas together with an equally fugly red oversized t-shirt and an extremely fugly drum tied ard the waist. and perform on the track in front of a whole big bunch of people!!! ewww ): back to top?