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god, i can't stop gnawing on my knuckles... i then move on to the softer flesh of my wrists. and my muscles are aching and twitching. fuck, i just don't fit here. everyone here is so dull and complacent in their privilege and easy certain path to comfortable futures. i can't stand it. i am not engaged, i am not intellectually stimulated. this has to change, i will not tolerate another year of this.
and i want more from life than this... i will demand more from life than this. i want to run away, no stop it, you angsty fourteen yearold girl with your cropped hair and your clunky boots and your sad eyes. you are not me, you do not exist.
and i want more from life than this... i will demand more from life than this. i want to run away, no stop it, you angsty fourteen yearold girl with your cropped hair and your clunky boots and your sad eyes. you are not me, you do not exist.