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Oct 2015
Not only am I not an option
But I've finally ran out of them
Option-less. I feel like I can't control anything that happens in my stupid ******* life. I have a limit on what clothes I can buy, what is acceptable to go out in public in, what grades are okay, how I play in basketball, what people think about me, and now it's where I go to college. I might as well tie strings around my legs and feet so you can better control me, why not make it easier?
Rj
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