Annoyed with no Expressing
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Última atualização ter, mai 19, 2015
I always felt with my strict parents that I couldn't be my own person. In this world there are way too many stereotypes to name and put labels on. For example there are the girls with their high heels putting pressure and pain in their feet and the ten pounds of makeup making the lids of their eyes have the colors that they can show. These are the dramatic girls who make you wait the extra five minutes before washing your hands because they had to put even more expensive mascara on because they burned their hand with that curling iron on accident. The girls who had so much energy during the weekend from partying too much. I can't ever get past the snotty popular cliques thanks to my mom and dad's annoying rules that are pointless. No phones because they are stupid and addictive. Overalls and clothes that look like that were made out of grandma's old curtains because i can't wear an adorable outfit and can be be succeed at the same time even though I hardly bend the rules.
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