It's called private expression. The lights are out. You can only hear and feel for judgement. That's the way it should always be.

Just a place to empty all the fashion cravings, frustrated thoughts, secret urges, and sweet desires that may come and go with me.

I'm a junior in high school, making her way through life one day at a time. It ain't easy. But whoever said it would be?

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