I tried go get involved with reading, but my mind instead rehearsed what I want to say to you but I can't because I have to be a big girl. I have to be a grown up. I'm tried to copy down notes, but my hand instead wrote lyrics to my favorite song. I'm jumping head first into a release of what I can articulate through thumb, button pushes and track ball send but I won't because I shouldn't have to.
I'm being a real girl and putting it down on paper in my diary.
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