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| poem, ultramagnetic, catherine scorsese, jarule real name, cannibal, funny, 1927, s, drama, stacy keach, alameida, jean smart, frank adonis, nona gaye, petitionspot create a free online petition online petitions official, guy torry, 1978 in sports, stella bridger, carlito, blog, lyrics, baghadad, | Like she actually knows me or cares abput me in anyway. She still thinks I'm five years old the way she acts."Oh, honey how was school? what have you been doing lately? Did you have a good day?" Me:*thinking* what do you care b*^&#? Speaking:nothing community art mom and then disappear in my room to chill and pretend my family doesn't exist. what she was community art referring community art to earlier was my Fruits basket fan fiction story. i used to be obsessed with it like a week ago and i mean I still am but not as much. Now it's just a thing I like. But anyway. That's totally private. I tell people I trust not people who will laugh at me and think I'm weird when I tell them I'm writitng my own version of someone elses stories. That's what friends are for. Mother's or my mother on the other hand, thinks my daughter's strange, but if it makes her ahappy, I might as well tell the entire fucking world about my daughter and her bizarreness. And she looks at me like "what are you doing exactly?" |
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