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so. umm, yeah. confusing times for a confused girl. i don't want to grow up. look, theres my future, theres the real world flying at me. swooping like a fucking vulture. getting close enough for me to look into its eyes, and then its gone again, far away but still in view. if i can't make it, it will rip me to shreds. if i can do it, then i get fight it, or something else that makes sense in this analogy of the future as a bird. whatever.