(Paris, France. Spring Break 2011)
"Well uh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
Well uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day"
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freedom is definately blogging in your underwear.
came back home after a day full of cheerleading and 8 hours of school,
i live a life of excess, too much is never quite enough. i need more .
today was the fay of being extremely fucking high and sex-obsessed
something that i cant name is lingering underneath my happiness,
not bad, but yeah, it still exists.
my lovely baby will be off next year for UCLA, awww. his dream came true.
well, he always felt that he belonged somewhere, so baltimore wasnt really a problem.
after years of doing laps and crying, well, a swimming pool is my only home.
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she sat on the coach struggling to find words, it was such a long day.
"i made it" she yelled out of breath.
but she knew that all these was a fucking lie, after all those years
talking with this little, twisted blondie, she knew.
"well done", she replied, smiling, waiting for her to start speaking.
" i didnt think of dying, or purging, or even the calories. it
was my first fucking day of freedom."
but she stayed there not talking, still waiting and thinking
how a young girl's life could be completely changed, with no way back.