alilablonde


This morning I woke up, the sun streaming through the slats of my window. It isn't always that way. The predictable stories of teenage angst are mine to manipulate. Their new shape emerges here, with a sixteen year old. I'm not predictable or even that spontaneous, I have my youth and thats what I write from. Sixteen years young. Seattle. Junior, hoping to survive.
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DBR, I am going to kill you.

One, you’re not a senior don’t plan shit for them.

Two, you’re not even remotely close to being on ASB; DON’T TRY TO OVERTAKE THEIR JOBS ie, winterball polls, class wars crap, 2011 tshirts.

Three, you’re incredibly annoying and you smell bad.

Four, I fucking hate you.


November 9