"So I have to find you, yet again another school. Why can't you just be like Bianca? She's quite, she does her work, gets good grades and she doesn't argue." "Mom maybe I don't want to be perfect. I'm going to camp. I'm sorry about that I really am but it's time I find out who I am." My life is like a plan laid out in front of me. There is no if or buts. Just is. But I broke my plan and right now I rewrite over and over trying to find me.
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