Mary Jane's Diary
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I'm the treasure, babe. After reading this you'll be spinning out, that's the hope anyway. Just kidding darling, these are only my mere thoughts am I spinning out? Or, is this how everyone feels?
College is hard, but loving myself is harder. I love my filthy, gorged out self more than the one who sits next to Tiffany in Bio. Maybe, that's what everyone needs.
Join my journey love, and most importantly let yourself spin out with me.
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