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Ongoing, First published Apr 27, 2015
I'm just an average teenage girl, attractive, popular, smart, a little rebellious on the weekends with my super hot, popular boyfriend, if you know what I mean. What more is there to life? We live, we die, people move on and the cycle just repeats. That's all there is to it, nothing more, like my parents waste their lives believing. Why would I be a fun hater and be all stiff and uptight when nothing bad ever happens when I do what I want? This is real happiness, isn't it?All Rights Reserved
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