EXTRACT: It was like I could be like me, be wild, and being me was enough for someone like you, I mean fuck me you’re a supermodel, you’re a fucking supermodel, you’ve got legs for days, brows on fleek, fuck you’re on fleek, you’re the definition of fleek like if I looked up fleek right now it would just say you. You make the concept of feet not gross, like seriously, I think I’ve developed a foot fetish for you and it’s not even gross because it’s you.
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EXTRACT: I think it was just so underwhelming because I’d studied for all that time and sacrificed so many things for it; I didn’t go for my L’s for it, I single-handedly murdered thousands of trees for it, I neglected all forms of self-care, gave up reading, films and even playing fucking Minecraft because apparently that was too nerdy for it and sold all my Sims 2 expansion and stuff packs on Gumtree for it because “why not just get friends in real life?” but ironically I’ve never really had any friends anyway so that seemed like a pretty useless thing for an exam to whisper in my ear as I’m writing an essay you know?