foster, by Erika Subscribe to rss feed for Erika

i like someone but i cant tell you who

he is a grat freind he is there when iam sod or happy pr
whatever

I did not like him before because he acted different 

but he is changing he is going back to the old foster that i
loved awhile back 

but shhhhhhhhhhh dont tell no one












this old i am just freinds with foster now and the thought
of me likeing foster is so gross cuz he so weird
Posted: 2006-04-18 22:17:37 UTC

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