• wait... what? PT III •

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So.
I want to rewrite myself.
But...
How?
It's nearing a holiday and my birth day.
I can ask for new clothes.
What am I wearing?
These things are hideous.
I'm a Hufflepuff.
I don't like black.
Where are my bright colors?
My cute hosiery?
My thigh high socks?
My chunky sweaters?
What am I even doing.
Where am I even going.
Help.
But
It's
Okay.
I can rewrite myself.
I can go to a new school
I'll only know a handful of people
I won't miss my old school (much)
And no one will know me.
I can wear whatever
Because there will be no expectations.
It will be amazing.
I can't wait.

But then...
I'm talking to my friend.
The one from my (hopeful) new school.
I find out...
She's graduating early.
She won't be there next year.
So...
Now.
I'm faced with a crisis.
I want to be a new person.
I don't want to be labeled as "emo."
Or "that cartoon girl".
Or "meme queen".
Or "trash girl".
I want to be cute.
I want to be aesthetic.
I want to dress for myself
Not this...
Fake self that I've built out of expectations
People think I'm one way
And I tricked myself into thinking that too
Where am I going...
What am I doing?

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