Diary of a fucked up Teen

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Hello Diary,

When i was younger i didnt really care what i looked like, i could play with girls, boys, who cares right? I was rarely on the computer, never wanted to do anything bad, be.super smart, never felt the need to fit in. Was told to be fucking unique, the irony right. They are being truthful when they tell you that society is fucked up. Around 4th grade it started happening, changes and i didnt feel the need to change though i wish i would have because life would have been smoother. Maybe it was the lack of my father and how many potential father figures or supporters came and went. It wasnt my mother, it was any new male older than I. Whatever it was, i was boy crazy but no boy was crazy about me. I was smart, chubby, dressed how i wanted, had growing boobs and wasnt necessarily athletic. Over the years, life socially wasnt the best, mild bullying occured and soon my biggest bullying took form. My own brain, my conscious. Thats enough for now.

Love
Huntress