im an insensitve, used, whipped tool. i care too much and dont give enough shit. im loud, obnoxious, and usually smell bad. i believe i have a tumor living in my head. i wake up choaking and most times i could give less to save myself. i couldnt make a boy talk to me for a million dollars. i cant here nor speak. i am not smart or stupid. my hair,
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