I like getting hurt sometimes because it makes me feel strong.
When my mom wasn't home, I let this guy in through the basement door and we made out and messed around til she got home and I let him back out.
I wanna move to my dad's, but my mom holds secrets of mine over my head.
When I was little, I'd stare into the sun and now I think my bad eyesight is payment for it.
I love my life being messy, even though I try to come off as a mature, organized person.
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