Do you remember who we used to be? When life revolved around the next episode of Kenan and Kel and bedtime stories were the bomb? Do you remember when having a good time Saturday night meant staying up late to watch Mad TV and falling asleep on the floor? What has happened to us? I miss hide and seek. I miss dress-up. I miss Scooby Doo training bras, damn it!
So dislike me you small town nothings. I will never understand how you are content with what you have here. I am conceited as hell and I have every right to be. I know who I am. I haven't needed half a lifetime to sort my shit out. I'll give you reason to fucking dissaprove of me so that your hate is well founded. I'm leaving this town behind some day beacuse I'm too damn good to grace you with my presence any longer than I'm required. I cuss excessively when I rant. Eating makes me feel so damn uncomfortable. I've been watching R rated movies with sex scenes as far back as I can remember.(Oops I just said sex... how fucking controversial of me). I don't go a day without excessive amounts of eyeliner. PBS is my favorite television station. I connect more with little kids than I do with my peers. I love tattoos. I am a self-admitted bitch. I am a notorious insomniac. I joke about sexual realtions with my friend's dads. I'm a fucking Gov. School drop-out. I can't cook, but I can mix some killer alcholic beverages. My best friends are guys. I get sick easily. I flaunt what I got when I feel like it. I'm addicted to those conversation heart candies. I hate my bastard grandfather with a passion. Oh, I think meat is fucking disgusting and I'll be sure to give you all the gruesome deatils as you choke it down your pie hole.
And I'm a bad influence? If you say so, small-town scum. Considering I don't touch drugs or alcohol. Considering I don't make out with, or better yet fuck every guy that says a word to me. I'm the person who longs for those rainy-day sleepovers, remember? I don't care if you hate me. Go ahead. I'm proud of you trailer trash hillbillies if you can fathom an idea that complex. If you choose to stay in this town, that is your shit. But let those around you decide for themsleves. So welcome to me. No more apologies. I'm not hiding my true colors in an attempt to gain your admiration. Just in case the point hasn't become clear yet, I'll say it again. I am better than this. I'm a big dreamer for a reason. Welcome to the Revolution.
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Bravo? Yeah, that was kind of amazing. It was fucking amazing, damn it. Sucks that I read it in latin and started laughing my ass off and everybody started to stare at me. Jesus fucking Christ, kiddo, we all know that if anybody is going to make anywhere in life, it's you. You have... pazazz. It's too bad you're not in noke with me. You basically said everything that I say to my friends here. You're awesome.
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