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A Serious Note.


Life has always been … how do I put it into words.. Mmhmm well it was a weird rollercoaster ride and it still is. I don’t remember the days when I was very little, but I do remember from the age of 13 very distinctly.
Let me tell you, it is very hard to decode the life of a girl. The body changes and the puberty, not hitting hard and that state where you bleed every month, I mean that shit is really fucked up. When you just think that it is okay to chill, you are not allowed to go out after 8 and you are bound to wear baggy clothes to stay safe. CRAZY. I know right. I don’t blame my parents, well now that I’ve been 21 years on this earth, I would appreciate them being very strict parents with rules. I am now alive, so I thank those rules.
(dumb-people out there, there’s a thing called sarcasm and please google it. In case you don’t get what I mean.)
Society isn’t a safe space just like earth isn’t a safe space anymore for animals and aliens.
(I wish aliens would visit us. I know it’s my unpopular opinion).
The constant pressure of being in the perfect profession and being the most beautiful human all the time with all curves at right places, basically an hour-glass figure is exhausting.
Wait who the fuck is pressuring us?? And why the fuck are we allowing that pressure consume us?
( I know I ain't allowed to use " fuck"..
*fuck!*
oh wait I did use it, thrice. So booo-you.)
I am still figuring it out. And if you have figured it all out. Comment below wise-one.
I found an interesting piece of me that helps me rise like a phoenix. I am just figuring where to place it.
Drink more water macha! 
Byee.

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