I CAN'T EVEN

I CAN'T EVEN

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Basically. I want to write a bad ass journal. About how I'm not a bad ass. And share it for the whole world to see. Because if I'm good at anything, it's at embarrassing myself. (((((::::
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There's no such thing as normal. I know that better than anyone. For the first 11 years of my life, I enjoyed living in blissful ignorance of my true identity, and was able to do things that any "normal" person would do. Now? I can't walk down the street without having something go horribly wrong. And all of that trouble is due to my absent mother, my knack for finding myself in problematic situations, and a tattoo on my wrist. Ever wanted to be a super warrior fighter? Well, I assure you, it's a lot more trouble than it seems.

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