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[whatifitsdead]

I guess I feel like writing. I've been in such a horrid mood. Grouchy I suppose. Angry. Tired. All sorts of that. I'm eager to get out, to get away. To go somewhere where I don't have to justify my intelligence or creativity or how my brain works. Where I don't have to give speechs on how I was raised. Where at 18 years old no one is expected to

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[she_deliberates]

Let's escape then.

[whatifitsdead]

welcome back

[she_deliberates]

I don't think I disappear. I think I just like to hide, so I try to delete my identity, because I'm insane like that.