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Dear lovey,
I bet you wish you were me. Not because my life is stress-free, but because I have it ahead of me - unknown.
I have a vday party with k tmrw and a galentines on monday. I have to do my nails tonight. I am starting to study for ap exams, but god knows i don't want to. Dadi is struggling and we get pictures every day of her barely smiling. Dad is the strongest person I know for watching that happen. How does he smile every day and be so strong for us? I feel like my friends hate me. In the "we just aren't close enough for you to be important anymore". I hope in 5 years I'll feel stable in my relationships. I just want to feel pure love. Like really good love. Sh is doing well. He has a crush on sandra, but i don't think that will work out. I know he's going to be amazing. My top school so far is UVA. Did I go there? If I get into CMU or JHU or an ivy, i'll probably go. But I don't think I did that well. Whoops. And lovely mother. She has really been making me upset recently - I think i'm just being a teenager about it. I'm just being a teenager about everything. I worry mom too much for my liking. I need to appreciate her more, but she is just so insufferable sometimes. Thankful for her tho. I don't want to be a teenager, where I stress out about texts and how quickly they respond. I want her to love me and show me that she loves me. I want to have my first kiss. And I want Dadi to get better. And I want to freeze time so I don't have to be worried about remembering it better. And I want to take cute freaking pictures. And **** it I want them to stop attacking human beings on the streets. And I want to be ensured a good future. And I want my parents to live forever. And i just want to die. Can't I have just that? Is it too much to bloody ask? So, i hope you get a little laugh at my meaningless stressors, because they are oh so meaningful to me. Love you babes
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