I am one person and then another and I don’t know if I am actually shitty or if i just act that way I don’t know who I am anymore and that sounds stupid to me how can someone not know but I don’t and nobody is going to figure it out for me and I don’t think I even want to figure it out I’m just a mesh of different traits developed from constant conformism and I and that makes me want to vomit on myself 

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See, if my sister ever passed away I would miss her yeah, but I would be more sad because she hadn’t yet achieved what she intended and easily could have. She’s easily distracted and that’s the terrible part about her. She would rather fall in love than make something of herself. I’m not terrible for saying that, or maybe I am, but I know she wanted to move to New York and the farthest she’s gotten is thirteen minutes from home.

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Okay so here it is, and here it isn’t. I wish I didn’t have the idea to make this, knowing as it is very morally irresponsible and easily accessible, yet here I am and on the seventh day, I created this blog. I apologize, to absolutely no one at this point and possibly no one ever, for the first very uncomfortable words I scrambled together as a form of introduction. But, also hello and please don’t think this is completely sourced from my fucked up “sixteen year old girl” imagination, this is reality, and in lieu to the film we all know and love, it fucking bites.

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