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I will eat you.
And
I hate
how you
like to make everything
about you. I can't have
a s i n g l e
c o n v e r s a t i o n
without you somehow
butting your way in and
making it about you. I
hate how I
can't have any friends for
x
m y s
e
l f
x
I hate how you always take
them from me. Oh &
I hate how you take everything
& constantly
try to belittle me to make yourself look
better.
You're not better
than
me.
And I hate that you
complain all
the f●●king
time, when you have absolutely
nothing to
complain about. I hate that you
seem sad,
just
so you
can have people talk to you. Can you
say,
a t t e n t i o n
w
h o r e
You're
. . . what?
Twelve?
Thirteen? In middle school, right?
Don't try to grow up
so
fast.
You don't
need a (r e l a t i o n s h i p)
[You'll find real
love when you're
older]
You don't need
pounds
of make-up.
[Your skin is fine;
you're pretty
anyway]
You don't need to
buy designer
items.
[You'll outgrow
them soon
enough]
You don't need to wear
slutty
clothing.
[You're not even
"fully-developed" yet]
You don't need
to drink
or do drugs.
[The "cool"
kids will lose y e
a r s of their short lives]
You don't need to be
popular.
[Popularity doesn't
mean a n y t h i n g in
real life.]
You're
x young.
don't
waste your
youth
[ t r y i n g t o b e o l d e
r ]
It's not as glamorous as it seems and
you'll
end up regretting it.