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fuck you. i don't owe you a god damned thing. what fucking promise did i ever make to you? who were you to me? you promised a lifetime of lies that you never lived up to. giving up- throwing up in bathroom stalls and plastic bags. you were always beautiful but you never listened to anyone. you never heard the cheers and the whoops and the hands smack-smack-smack together as you walked down those runways. you're a perfect plastic doll, but you didnt believe it for a second. You promised. you promised you were finished being fake and going back on choices that you'd made. I never made a promise i wasnt content with keeping. this is something i'm learning on my own, and i am learning, mind you. i dont need your bullshit concern. i'm not fine, and i wont lie- but i'm not drowining in intoxicants anymore either. get your facts straight, it is history class. learn names and timelines and don't confuse now with then anymore. some habits take longer to fade.