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I’ve decided I’m allowed to be sad. My feelings are hurt and it’s because I liked you and I gave you a chance, and against my better judgement I believed your foolish lies. I look stupid. I feel stupid. I miss your family that you let me get close too.
I’m hurt because I didn’t want you to hurt me and you did.
I am fifteen. My town is hardly big enough to be considered a town.
I have plenty of friends, but I trust as few to fit on one hand.
I read, take pictures, text, and hangout. I'm trying to do this whole " be a teenager" thing right.
I write a lot and I write often.
I'm confident in who I am, you should be too.
I'm all for self expression, and I wish I could get what I feel into words, but often I can't.
Inspire me often.
Inspire me with greatness.
Anyone is welcome.
I have plenty of friends, but I trust as few to fit on one hand.
I read, take pictures, text, and hangout. I'm trying to do this whole " be a teenager" thing right.
I write a lot and I write often.
I'm confident in who I am, you should be too.
I'm all for self expression, and I wish I could get what I feel into words, but often I can't.
Inspire me often.
Inspire me with greatness.
Anyone is welcome.
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