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I'm literally sitting in my bed with the anxiety levels of somebody being hunted for sport. I'm a reincarnation of my dad in a woman's body. I know I look like him, so I know they're watching me. I know they're following me; I know they're hunting me; I know they're in need of me; I know they're after me; I know they're talking about me; I know they're looking at me; I know they're invading my privacy; I know they're copying me; I know that they are all there, because I am the daughter of someone that wasn't raised no fucking fool.

Tumblr is the Aesthetic Facebook- reserved for only the sad boys and sad gurls; reserved for only the disowned kids, the abused kids, the mentally ill kids; reserved for the rebels in emo and goth origins; reserved for the brokenhearted; reserved for the damned- in order to be beautiful, in order to stay, in order to live, we stay here in this antisocial club of what really matters to us. 'Why are you so serious' oh, how they all say. 'Don't smile,' I say *followed by a sinister laugh in an uproar. * We dance with the diseased as we hope that our deaths make more cents than our lives. They say we're psychotic, but darling that's just a 3-syllable word for any thought too big for little minds.