You don't know anything about me
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Dec 31, 2014
It's been two months since my last accident. Or at least that's what my parents call it an accident. But I call it failure. You wonder why I'm always high but you never thought to get to know what my life is like outside of school. Get to know me before you decide to call me a pot head or a slut. Maybe I just want to feel any emotion. Good or bad.
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