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Fourteen year old girl obsessions and a successful harajuku lolita costume. Friends I lost for nothing who amaze me and enlighten me. Bad music and a stray cat named Dog. 900 pictures and an entire room rented to my wardrobe. My puppy has been bored because I've been well adjusted; climbing trees and drawing murals on whiteboards at parties. The wide span of a pterodactyl's collarbone like a map of the universe.
How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?