Summer in the City. Summer in the City. I’ve become obsessed with the idea of it.
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Summer in the City. Summer in the City. I’ve become obsessed with the idea of it.
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I can’t wait until I have a job of my own so I can splurge on cool underwear.
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There are few times in my life where I actually feel like a teenager. This is one of them.
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I just want someone to be here with me and play cards or come and take me on a drive so I can be alone without actually being alone. I just want some company,
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As the year goes on I have become increasingly more comfortable with my classes. I need a censor, I think my classmates may think I’m mean and dumb. I just can’t work the sass as while as it sounds in my head. Also just kids annoy me so much and SOMEONE needs to tell them how unbelievably obnoxious and unnecessary some of the things they say are. All I really want to come off as is goofy, clever, and fashionable. Because I do feel that way most of the time, I just don’t think it comes off like that.
BUT IF KIDS IN MY CLASSES HATE ME, OH WELL. Confess your hate.
rant rant rant.
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