i feel this when i go home to MI a lot. the city expects me to be 20, my parents want me 17, i am 27 and have a bellyful of life that i can only explain in broken sentences that don't do justice, and i end up getting miffed over stuff like:
"well my stepmom gave me crap about near-black nailpolish and the next year chanel vamp was the hot color, so i was just ahead of fashion, & she will never know or understand." i stick to feeling the small wrongs & come home to CA as fast i can.
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"well my stepmom gave me crap about near-black nailpolish and the next year chanel vamp was the hot color, so i was just ahead of fashion, & she will never know or understand." i stick to feeling the small wrongs & come home to CA as fast i can.
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