I poke croissants in shops just to see how crunchy they are
My tights are always laddered
My hair is always a mess
I am always tired
I listen to my music so loud I hope I don’t go deaf one day
A third of my daily calorie intake comes from chocolate.
I cry at least three days a week
I have no idea what I want to be or do, or where I’m going
I don’t bother to plan ahead because tomorrow isn’t in my hands.
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