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Confession #7 I'm one of the oddest fourteen year old girls

Confession #7
I'm one of the oddest fourteen year old girls you
will ever meet. I'm not like other girls at all and
it's not one of those things that all girls say and
it's untrue. It's true, i'm not like other girls. not
at all like them.

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posted September 9, 2011 at 7:54am UTC tagged with vent

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i am incredibly awkward and negative.i get attached easily, and i hold on for too long. i don't like opening up to people. most five year old children can express their feelings better than me. i'm terrified of being hurt. i tend to act older than i am. i'm probably one of the most difficult people you'll ever meet. but i can be sweet. i'm a great listener. i'll guard your secrets with my life. i will never judge you based on your mistakes, and i'll love you as much as i can. i can be, if you let me, one of the best things in your life.
i think i'm the only fourteen year old who... likes the breakfast club, reads because it's something i enjoy doing, absolutely loves - marilyn manson, hates people like really - really hates people, loves the color black, only wears converse - jeans - band tees, loves being alone, would die if i didn't - have music, loves floral, am scared to talk to people who i don't know, has absolutely no friends, likes older music stuff like - guns n roses and other stuff.

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