My Life As A High Schooler
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Oh, High School ... Thats where all the drama and romance is ;)(;. This is about my life as a high schooler, I'm not too popular, but I'm not nerdy. I'd say I'm pretty much in the middle ... I'm confident, not full of myself; I'm pretty, not gorgeous; and I'm sweet, not pure fake. I will be writing in my diary a littl bit
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