Testing Amy.

Testing Amy.

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I believe that the unattainable and completely false ideas that we, as women, dream up about love today in our society are all to blame on Disney princesses. _________________________________________ Meet Amy Hollis, your average bitter mopey, everything in my life sucks teenager. After a typical teenage party filled with heavy drinking and scandolous hook ups, Amy finds herself, not only with about 13 hours worth of missing memory, but also in bed lying next to none other than Jess Abrams, the school Manwhore. Now Amy's flawless reputation poofs right before her very eyes. And as if her life wasn't insane enough, throw in her family. Her prone to violence, insanely pregnant mother. Her mousy workaholic dad. Her band geek sister. A stripper. And amazingly her sister's stupid dog. It's miracle that this little red head hasn't been committed yet.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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