What was so fucking great about the lives we left behind?
People constantly judging you for how you dress, what you eat, who you love. Having absolutely no freedom, always feeling like someone's watching you.
Never feeling like you were enough.
Nothing was ever enough.
No matter how early you woke up to do your makeup before school, or how good your grades were, there was always someone who fucking hated you.
Some people can immediately find their way and somehow fit in, while here you are, gasping for air, trying so damn hard to get people to notice you, like you....
Whatever my parents said about me...
it's not right.
You don't know what I've been through.
You might think you have an idea, but honestly, you don't know shit.
I don't know what the others have said, what my sister has said, but, I'm telling you that nothing could be worse than being
a teenage girl in normal ass America.
That was the real living hell.
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