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Apr 2018
At 18 I have been hit on by my friend's father. Starred at by my local gas station owner and told how much I've changed. **** them. Deadlines never seem to end. Work pours in at every corner. My boyfriend wants attention, but so does all my teachers. I spend time with him to pull an all-nighter at home. Why does my happiness come at a cost for my work? Why does my work slow down me developing as a person? I have no money. I hate high school. At least I haven't peaked yet. Hopefully... It will get better.
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Anonymouse  18/F/USA
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