the only thing i miss about being a teenager was that falling apart was stylish. now if I show up for lunch with my friends in two day old eyeliner and a wrinkled my chemical romance tank top smelling like the trunk of my car it’s all “molly anne we’re concerned for you. how often are you eating?”
miss those days when all of your friends were barely emotionally and physically functioning but ya just turned up the car stereo and aggressively ignored all of your problems like Real people
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