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itsnoneofyourfuckingbusiness:

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http://ardourrhapsody.wordpress.com/2012/10/22/first-ever-makeup-haul/
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itsnoneofyourfuckingbusiness:

read about this makeup haul here:
http://ardourrhapsody.wordpress.com/2012/10/22/first-ever-makeup-haul/
Asphyxia

My hometown is small and congested. It’s the type of town where everyone know’s everyone. Well, except for me, I’m invisible.

Social networking doesn’t help. A majority of my “friends” are busy posting which party they go to, how awesome it was to get wasted-as if I give a fuck.

Although this town’s filled with childhood memories, it’s also been my personal prison for the past seventeen years of my life. I feel trapped, suffocated. But worst, I feel censored and restricted. A majority of people just don’t get me period-they don’t get the music I listen to, the clothes I wear, my interests and I’ve been labeled weird for not liking the conventional things a majority of people my age do.

Then there’s the people who get of my nerves period:

a. The trying hard fashion blogger-who sucks at writing and has crappy clothes. She tries too hard to mimic the fashion bloggers who are “out there” instead of being herself.

b. The so called “party animals”-who listens to house, trance, and dubstep. Just a year ago you listened to Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez, poser.

c.The mainstream surfers-One Direction, Jessica Sanchez, and even ombre hair. Please get a personality, or better yet-a life.

d. Not to forget the typical sluts, whores, social climbers, fakes- pretty self explanatory.

I need to get away, really. Before I snap.

I know the sun must set to rise- Coldplay

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