I'm sitting in english and feeling like a rebel, riding the sharp, shiny wave of my early morning coffee. that's how it feels, like every thought is a wave that rolls in my stomach and my head and then tumbles into nothingness. I like rebeling in little ways; not doing homework, not washing my face twice a day, not eating enough, cuts that aren't too deep, wearing the same boots two days in a r
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