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By .xx:+.Disposable.Darling.+:xx.

i don't understand the highly coveted title of "popular". all it can do is leave many scars. it means all the girls will wish you dead. all the boys just wanting to get you in their beds. with everyone calling you a whore and a slut. all the while you're thinking you're anything but. you think that they love you but every hug and smile will soon come to your undoing. it's a stab in the back they'd all enjoy seeing your face smashed with a bat. so next time you see them waving remember that to them you're in the way not something they're purposely saving. on the inside they're caving in jealousy rears it's ugly head. because you were chosen not them instead. don't think the title means you're pretty and it definitely doesn't make you witty. you're the object of my pity. because i know what they really want. maybe it isn't fair. and you're right they don't care. but does it really matter what they think? you don't have to wear your hair like that. you don't have to pretend you think in pink. love michelle.

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