my favorite song is perfume, by del water gap.
my sister sings opera. yeah, like the official, super fancy opera stuff. and she's good at it, too. really, really good. she's gonna win nationals this year, i think.
music is her thing. always was.
i started playing the acoustic guitar seven months ago. it's the only instrument that i have any confidence to play, with the knowledge that she doesn't ever want to and probably will never learn how to play it.
it's untouchable.
she gets better grades then me. did better on the sat's, got into better schools, is prettier, straighter, nicer, happier, has a boyfriend, wears pearls every day, paints her nice long nails every day, smells like coconuts, cleans her room, makes her bed every morning. she's better.
but i can play the guitar.
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empty parking lots, empty pill bottles.
Randoma thought diary from a girl like me. tw: sh, ed, sa, bipolar episodes, panic attacks, homophobia and transphobia, manipulation and phycological abuse mostly just mentions but y'know.
