I guess I feel like writing. I've been in such a horrid mood. Grouchy I suppose. Angry. Tired. All sorts of that. I'm eager to get out, to get away. To go somewhere where I don't have to justify my intelligence or creativity or how my brain works. Where I don't have to give speechs on how I was raised. Where at 18 years old no one is expected to
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