#richgirlproblems

Well, the only event I am looking forward to is moving to UCI. I feel like that is all I have going on for myself. It is not that I am not grateful for getting to attend such a prestige/ boujie ass school, its the fact that I feel like I have not progressed in life. College is LITERALLY in my eyes a systematic way to prevent AUTHENTIC SUCCESS. Or life is just beginning to happen and I cannot identify the idea of life beginning, since I have been going thru a literal FUCKING PANDEMIC and  FEEL like I lack social presence, but as soon as I get around others I immediately begin to flip the switch and become the SOCIAL BUTTERFLY. I literally do not know why I am like that, anyways I can't even keep to a prompt, I have literal ADHD. I also went to the dispensary today, by myself, so independent, it was so cool, there was so much LEGAL MARYJANE just chillin. Very much posses my recreational card. Going to the dispo was always spoken as if it were a literal treasure chest, well that was how I spoke about it, laugh out loud. It was a great experience and I am truly glad I got to go alone. Anyways, yea it was fun. 

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Rabbit fur coat, red lips and your Chanel bag, Heeled boots while you light a straight fag, Already uploaded your Instagram post, Of having brunch with your girls eating French toast, That cute café on the Kings Road, Where you pay £20 for a light load, The smallest portions of food you’ll ever see, Alongside your pot of fresh Morrocan mint tea, The only Moroccan that they’ve ever met, Is the man who serves them behind the counter of Pret, Attending private school in the local area, Of Royal borough of Chelsea and Westminster, 2 Black girls, 2 Arabs and 2 Asians, Don’t worry BNP, no chance of a foreign invasion, Her most immaculate appearance concealing the pain, Of that eating disorder that you drain, Into a pile of secrets that must be contained. Because God forbid if you’re not seen as perfect and well composed, Well I guess then you’d be the next thing that your Chelsea mates dispose, Because friends in SW are only for the good times, for lighthearted fun, Those dark troublesome problems must be shunned, A second of compassion, pause, they’re bored of you, you’re done. So you stay in your room aged 16, Not looking so dandy or pristine, thinking this is the dynamic of friendships, But you can’t stop ruminating in your mind and you miss a night’s kip, You can’t suppress the cries of neglect, Thinking you’re the only family that’s always been wrecked, That you’re the only one who is messed up, The truth is girl, everyone in this world is fucked up, In their own individual way, That money can’t pay to eradicate problems away, So that’s the first revelation, That you’re not in isolation, As all humans are flawed, One persons flaw may be bigger than yours, But this is no competition, Don’t add more fire to your current incisions. Friends only for banter? Seriously, why? ‘They don’t care about me’ you thought when your grandad died, Surround yourself with support of good people, The longer this alter ego lasts, it could be lethal, Last time I checked, No one has to pretend that they’re perfect.

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