awkward in life
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yeah I know I'm not perfect. Every one thinks I'm a pathetic little 16 year old emo girl.
my dad left before I was born. and when I was two me and my mom got into a car accident and I luckily survived.
Thats why today I'm in an orphanage. Sometimes I find my self thinking about how life would be if someone actually cared.
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i am the girl that has no friends, that gets picked on, that hasnt talked. i am considered an emo freak or a loser. i dont really care. i am fine without friends. my mother is gone and my dad is abusive and doesnt give a shit if i was found dead. but that is normal in my life. i wont talk to anyone and hopefully they will stop talking to me.
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