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its 3 am and im on facetime with my friend, so i came to the unlogical conclusion that i should post random things i wrote in my journal in eighth grade because i was t h a t kid.
"i wanna dye my hair red in 2019 (because MCR)."
"hey bitch im still in love with you"
"time to be emo and shit"
i can't even write anything else from this. its like 15 pages of pure sadness. who tf was i?