People from my high school, enter at your own risk.

I could tell you I'm pretty, intelligent, unique and fun but what's the point? Beauty is truly defined on the inside. Intelligence is interpreted differently by different people. Everyone claims the words of uniqueness, causing everyone to be the same. And fun is simply an adjective used to describe how you felt at the time. So, to be quite honest, I'm a teenager. I sometimes fall but have enough strength to pull myself back on my feet. My laugh hides everything. I don't believe in love. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm far from the dullest crayon in the box. I'm just another character in this school of gossip.



All I can hope for is tomorrow. I can't wait to break free of this living hell.
Every slip is not a fall.
"You'll stay with me?"
"Until the very end."
I'm here for every single one of you.

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