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by some girl that’s 16.
“get a job, learn to drive, move out. you’re bloody twenty!”
shit, if only it was that easy. i’m sorry i don’t get everything done for me, i’m sorry i don’t get everything i ask for and that i’m not spoilt enough to have a brand new car and lessons bought for me. i’m sorry i live in a beautiful house in the countryside instead of a shitty house near the city. i’m sorry that my parents don’t work and that my dad has cancer and is disabled. i’m sorry i don’t match up with all your other fucking friends. but i’m REAL and i deal with REAL issues and real worries. go back to your fucking fairytale. |
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