#1 rules are meant to be broken.
there were a list of others but are currently unimportant. i'll pass on the children.
i'd rather sleep anyways.
or have my back torn to shreds by nerve-racked nails and too long cuticles.
i don't like the way my computer screen moves back and forth and i don't like dirty sheets. or the dirty thoughts i have in them. i think for my anniversary i will celebrate with hands on-hands off approval from some stranger no one knows or cares about after it's all a regretful page in a diary.
teenage lust is so dramatic.
and insatiable.
breathe, this too will pass.
i hope.
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