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I grew up in the real world. I certainly am not an adolescent teen strung out on hormones, searching for acceptance from faceless, spineless people who are merely here due to circumstantial convenience rather than actually wanting to be friends with me.
I matured physically and intellectually because it was an inevitability, it is the course of nature that we age and ripen before we rot. That being said, I’m still totally a kid at heart. NOT AN INNOCENT INFANT, fuck no. I’m still a wild rebellious teenage little shit with daddy issues, apparently.
Appearances can be deceiving for although it may look like I grew up and out of supposed “it’s just a phase, dear,” angsty stylings, interests and quirks, I am just a master of knowing HOW TO ACTIN PUBLIC.
I really don’t need anything from you, my readership, my audience. Because it truly doesn’t matter what…
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