ya, I was a bitch to you at one time. but i never meant any of it. thats just how i come off as. I'm sick of being a bitch to everyone. and not smiling. and being so pessimistic. gos i hate myself. and want to die.
a storyThere was once this girl, and she was really cool. However, she did have this one problem. She always wanted to fit in. Ever since third grade, all she wanted was to be popular. Finally, after settling in at her new city, she decided, yet again, that she wanted to be part of that popular crowd. She begged and pleaded her mother. All she wanted was to wear the clothes that "everyone else wore." Her mother told her no because the clothes were too expensive. Eventually, she found new friends, who still, weren't quite like her. She went out and bought a whole new wardrobe similar to that of her new friends. She dressed like a fool, just to be accepted. Later on, she met a boy. She went out and bought cd's because he liked them. Of course, she liked them too, but would have preferred other music. Eventually, she forgot about the boy and continued to dress the way she did, and listen to that music. Today, she's so sick of her redundent life. She eventually just gave up on everything. Now she wishes she could crawl up into a ball, and
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i wish we were friends.
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