hello my name is freak
how may i help you?
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she's a little crazy, maybe-sort-of weird, and a dash of awkward. she's the quiet one, she locks herself in her room and turns the light off. she writes and she draws and she reads because reality doesn't exactly meet her expectations.
she wants thicker curtains. the sun still shines through hers.
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she craves attention, but she doesn't bring any to herself. she wants to say something, but then doesn't. she doesn't waste her time.
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she's got a n g e r and j u s t l e a v e m e a l o n e filling her every pore. she wants the privacy and needs the company. she's not exactly what you call balanced.
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life isn't like movies, or books, or pretty little love stories. she knows this. nothing will happen today and change her life. she stuck stuck stuck in a narrow, deep rut. she wonders if she'll ever get out of it.
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her skin has cracks. sometimes, in the h e l l h o l e we all seemingly call school, she bursts, and the real her leaks out. but she's always got some duct tape handy.
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she likes poems. short ones, long ones. emotional ones. she thinks they're windows, maybe, in her screwed up logic. they're windows to a person's true self, or some sappy shit like that.
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she's always a step ahead of the rest.
or maybe it's a step behind.
she doesn't remember anymore.
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she doesn't want attention. but then again-- she does.
she doesn't want to be emo, or something. she doesn't want to be the beautiful girl that calls herself ugly for the c r o w d.
she just wants. she wants something. she's still figuring out what that something is.
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she's a girl with hair that never simply works, a curved nose from a tube that kept her alive, and big, mismatched eyes.
she's a girl that wants her life to be dramatic, spontaneous, and amazing.
she's a girl that believes things don't just happen, you have to force them to.
she's still working on that part.
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♥
/ /
she's a little crazy, maybe-sort-of weird, and a dash of awkward. she's the quiet one, she locks herself in her room and turns the light off. she writes and she draws and she reads because reality doesn't exactly meet her expectations.
she wants thicker curtains. the sun still shines through hers.
/ /
she craves attention, but she doesn't bring any to herself. she wants to say something, but then doesn't. she doesn't waste her time.
/ /
she's got a n g e r and j u s t l e a v e m e a l o n e filling her every pore. she wants the privacy and needs the company. she's not exactly what you call balanced.
/ /
life isn't like movies, or books, or pretty little love stories. she knows this. nothing will happen today and change her life. she stuck stuck stuck in a narrow, deep rut. she wonders if she'll ever get out of it.
/ /
her skin has cracks. sometimes, in the h e l l h o l e we all seemingly call school, she bursts, and the real her leaks out. but she's always got some duct tape handy.
/ /
she likes poems. short ones, long ones. emotional ones. she thinks they're windows, maybe, in her screwed up logic. they're windows to a person's true self, or some sappy shit like that.
/ /
she's always a step ahead of the rest.
or maybe it's a step behind.
she doesn't remember anymore.
/ /
she doesn't want attention. but then again-- she does.
she doesn't want to be emo, or something. she doesn't want to be the beautiful girl that calls herself ugly for the c r o w d.
she just wants. she wants something. she's still figuring out what that something is.
/ /
she's a girl with hair that never simply works, a curved nose from a tube that kept her alive, and big, mismatched eyes.
she's a girl that wants her life to be dramatic, spontaneous, and amazing.
she's a girl that believes things don't just happen, you have to force them to.
she's still working on that part.
/ /
♥