I'm 21, selfish, and I hate thinking about the future but I have to because its who I am and I wish that it was 5 degrees warmer outside and that Moe would stop making his toy squeak and that Daniel had happier things to talk about and that M. Night Shamylan(I dont know how to spell his name) never made The Happening and that I didn't feel like no body likes me and that something nice happened to me for a change just for the sake of it and that people still knew how to sing like Etta James and I wish that I was proud of my pictures and that someone appreciated them and that my grandma wasn't so lonely and that someone acknowledged how much I do for her and that someone would help me feel like everything I am doing isn't meaningless and that my hair was back.
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