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who the fuck am i?
today i looked down at my 120 dollar guess jeans...my 56 dollar tshirt...my 35 dollar flip flops...my swarovksi crystal necklace...a ring that boy bought for me on my finger...my dkny sunglasses on my face...and my chanel purse on my arm.
when the fuck did i turn into this? when the fuck did i get so wrapped up in all of this shit? all my freinds are jocks and barbies. they party lots, drink only jagerbombs and pop their collars. i love them to death...but its a total 180 turn from a few years ago.
i find myself worrying about the littelist things. i hate this.
today i looked down at my 120 dollar guess jeans...my 56 dollar tshirt...my 35 dollar flip flops...my swarovksi crystal necklace...a ring that boy bought for me on my finger...my dkny sunglasses on my face...and my chanel purse on my arm.
when the fuck did i turn into this? when the fuck did i get so wrapped up in all of this shit? all my freinds are jocks and barbies. they party lots, drink only jagerbombs and pop their collars. i love them to death...but its a total 180 turn from a few years ago.
i find myself worrying about the littelist things. i hate this.