I get really stressed out recently. Usually when I'm alone, when no one is talking to me. When I'm thinking, and I realize things.
I hate this. I hate that I can't say *anything* for fear of prosecution. IhateitIhateitIhateit. I hate how nothing for me can be normal. I can't have anything that's solid, that stays, that gives a fuck.
I'm probably going to delete this because people will think it's dramatic.
But really... fuck it. I'm a fourteen year old girl. I'm dramatic. Deal.
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