She's a Mess

She's a Mess

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Teen Wolf
Cue clique because life imitates art. An antisocial meme addict tried this interacting with other humans thing. What even are these things call friendship goals. I've been being nice but one misunderstanding and I'm a jerk to friends who assume and okay means I don't care. But I only say hat because I'm interested in an explanation because I don't completely understand. My name is Jackie, Yes I have stepped into the area of life called making friends. The friends that are suppose to be goals and your support. Often attack me over some of the strangest things. These reasons I am yet to understand. But I guess friends are like a life upgrade to better navigate how shitty it can be. I'll figure it out eventually.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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