i wake up, throwing my long brown waves with lighter streaks into a messy bun. i put on mascara to accentuate my orbs, sliding on my converse sneakers and eating a pop-tart for breakfast. sksksksksks im so quirky.

i run downstairs and my abusive mother approaches me. "i had to buy drugs somehow."

"what are you talking about?" i inquire.

she replies, "i sold you."

i turn around and see one direction!
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  • JoinedJune 27, 2019


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ldkbackup ldkbackup Mar 03, 2024 07:14AM
eye contact is WAY too intimate. i don’t want anyone to make eye contact with me ever
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