So yeah I'm bitchy. I nag all the time. I'm negative. Too blunt with bad intentions. Why? Because I'm chasing you? But there should be no need to chase. Fucking stop. Fucking stop. That's it.
I want to be an art teacher and I'm reaching out so maybe someone can light a giant fire under me. No way out but up. Up. Up and out.
OH THE IRONY OF THIS ALL
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