I want to sit here and be emo and cry that my legs hurt from dancing and eat until I weigh 300 pounds and write depressing stories where people die and the killers laugh. Ivy
I hope that you don't become emo and I hope that your legs stop hurting and I hope that your cravings end but you can write all the depressing stories you want.
What the hell was that?!
Love, luck, and lollipops
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Maybe I will.
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