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You must think I’m an attention whore, don’t you? You think I try to start the drama that always seems to happen when I’m involved. But the truth is? I don’t. I hate drama, I can’t stand it. But I don’t think things through. You don’t realize how hard it is, to be the annoying, pathetic, small girl everyone likes to pick on. I start shit because it makes me feel strong. And now, everywhere I turn, it’s glare after glare.
I’m truly alone.
