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→ Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius.: I can feel the pressure.
It’s all getting to be too much. Just the fact that you walk around like I don’t even exist anymore. My last week of high school and you can’t even talk to me without an attitude or a rude remark. I’m sorry I screwed up I’m fucken 17 for god’s sake and I can’t take you treating me like this…
