You like Ukulele Screamo, the color black, shipping gay band members, eyeliner, and fangirling. You can't make friends, you can't dance, and you don't know how to "be a normal girl from this year." Face it, you're never gonna make it!
But I don't wanna leave 2005, I just wanna-

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Wake Up, Get Paid, Get Laid, Gatorade
FanfictionA combination of a journal, a tag book, a rant book, and a place I put all my random bullshit. I'm really emo btw bye. This is the cringiest shit ever I'm so sorry.