You know what, okay. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for waking up late some mornings, and for not raising my hand every single time at class, even if I know the answer. I’m sorry for not talking at home and, when I do, for being ‘too loud’, I’m sorry I don’t like going to clubs every weekend and arriving gome drunk. I’m sorry for not smoking, not using drugs, no drinking alcohol.
I’m sorry I am “boring” for staying home and reading books instead.
I am so sorry for watch only two tv shows, for having a chocolate now and then, I am sorry I don’t have friends. I’m sorry you don’t like the friends I have. I’m sorry for rather talk to people on my computer than the ones who bully me at school every day. I am so, so sorry for never brining my problems up because I don’t want to be a bother.
I am sorry I am an honor Student and a ‘teachers pet’, I am sorry I don’t wear make up and listen to music loud. I am sorry for being weak and cry all the time.
I am sorry I am not the kind pf dauther You wanted, mom.
But I can’t help it. I am just me.
what people say teenage years involve:
- partying
- sneaking out
- getting drunk
what mine involved:
- eating
- sleeping
- blogging
- crying
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My friend Cath<3 and her own design
Well, hello me. Lo peor es que tenes fotos geniales que sacaste de mi corte de pelo y pones esta, porque se me ve el corpiño.
“Put all those marks” she said.
“Aknolege my existence” she said.
Like if I didn’t text her every morning and think about her the rest of the day.
Just fuck you Catherine. Fuck. You.
“You know I love you, though” she says next, and everything is alright. Because no…
You never give up on being perfect right?
Oh, do I ever.

Cathanie?

Hmmmm, let me think about it.

I ship it, obviously.

I love you.
Mel said so, which means:
Your argument is invalid.
Problem?
Why am I loling so hard?
Gosh, I totally love you.
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