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I’m about three days away from being myself again, about six days off of not knowing what’s going on in this house for good, about a week short of turning 18 and about an hour away from passing out under the covers and waking up to whatever Thursday is. And incase you’re wondering, I’m miles away from ever writing/talking/thinking like some lame ass little kid.
Don’t really want to be 18.
Don’t really want to be 18.