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(i forgot the password to my last account on here. add me if we were friends)

the names ellie.



im mostly lame and dumb.

make me laugh. i'll love you. im immature. my heads in the gutter, & i have a dirty mouth.

i'd never promise that youre going to like me.
and im never going to settle for "whats her face? you know, that girl with the black hair and jeans?" no. i dont care if my shirt matches my pants or shoes or whatever. fuck that. i wear whatever i feel like. moon boots, blue leggings with a yellow dress if i want. im never going to fit in. not with you anyway.

im not trying to be badass or rebellious, its not like that. i just know who i am and im over the melodramatic shit. lets focus on the big issues.

because im done listening to your middleschool gossip. ive heard every song that you could sing.

your behavoir is adolescent, and pointless.
so you go to the mall, flash a tit, and paint your nails pink, and i'll go spit, cuss, and smoke a cigarette with the krew.

come on. bang that keyboard, rah rah rah, tell me im a freak, a loser. ive heard it all before, you are no longer creative. cause in the end. no one cares. were all just human, right?

relax and think about it;
this is your life, and its ending one minute at a time.

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