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And walls fall down and down and down. But today, they're falling up.
There were words here.
All that I wish to say in this journal is that I will become an adult, for the first time tomorrow. At eleven thirty, or just after. Fuck that I don't turn eighteen until August. This is what counts.
I'm bridging. I'm leaving the girl side of girl scouts.
...Oh God...
All that I wish to say in this journal is that I will become an adult, for the first time tomorrow. At eleven thirty, or just after. Fuck that I don't turn eighteen until August. This is what counts.
I'm bridging. I'm leaving the girl side of girl scouts.
...Oh God...
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I'm sure one day you'll go back, as a mom, and a leader.