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WARNING! I AM FUCKING CRAZY! AND I TEND TO PISS PEOPLES PARENTS OFF, SO, YEAH
Whoa, right side, what what!
Deep in the magical forest of Winnipeg lives a young girl with her best friends and her ridiculous imagination, bad Great sense of humor, and outrageous fantasies.
Yes, I Am "Said Girl". And Imma Blow your effin Mind.
Said girl was always questioning herself and what we all know to be called "Reality". Nothing made sense to her, and she loved it. She didnt care what the authority thought of her, they were nothing but ropes that held her back. Everybody in her species of 7th graders had at least heard her name, whether it be because they were her trusted companions, or enemies, But they've heard it. It was Because of how off beat she was, how involved her past had been, and how careless she was about what she said.
This is story time, children
Said girl always had an obsession, be it her obsessions with the sounds she heard around her, or understanding disturbed and altered minds. She had dreams that would change, every moment it was a new aspiration, a new goal, occasionally a new sound.
She had been broken and fulfilled over and over again. But it was mostly just brief stings, light cuts. It did nothing but make her more optimistic for the upcoming, and she learned that there is nothing worth remembering about the past.
Said girl grieved, grieved lost relationships, lost loves and lost selves. "I Used to be so happy all the time" She'd think to herself. "Too bad I Had to learn what reality is." So she decided to just take everything as is, to say "Whatever" At most.
Said girl's friends were outgoing, fun, and quite frankly, crazy. That's what she loved about them. She loved one friend in particular the most, We'll call her Glasses. Glasses was her best friend, got her through some of the roughest moments in her life. Glasses also depended on Said girl, even if she wouldn't really admit it, They needed each other when they hit those rough patches.
Said girls other friends included a short blond boy, who she nicknamed "Short Kid", a racist but understanding brunette who we'll call "Racey", and her other friends "Goldilocks", "Brown Eyes", "Too Tall", "Brain Dead", and her newest friend, "Gorgeous".
Said girl never had much of an interest in men, and when she turned 11 she realized that she was more capable of loving a woman, realizing that men didn't have much to offer. She fell for a blond beauty, but then she noticed that "beauty wasn't the type of girl she was looking for.
Earlier in that year, She had met a girl o what they call the "Interslice". She was fun, and quite the poet.They became the best of friends, and said girl would Run home to talk to her. After a few months, Interslice Poet confessed to said girl, saying that she wanted to be more than friends, but didn’t want to hurt said girl.
IInterslice girl Ended up breaking Said Girl’s heart, Brutally. Said girl took months to get over interslice girl, because they were in love. But her friends helped out they best they could. Her birthday rolled around, and she hit the bitter age of !@. Her parents gave the usual ceremonial gifts consisting of T-like Shirts, and Small records of said girl’s favorite songs and musicians. Her friends took her to the markets to buy things like neck chains and Caffeinated and sugared water. She had the best time.
Said girl’s Acedemic Life restarted as she entered a new year at Hell Scholar Class. This was in fact her ninth year going to these classes, but they didn’t even give her the credit for two whole years in the name of her grade. Dispite how much she disliked her classes, she realized that they were the only way she could prepare for her dreams. She wanted to be an artist, or a writer. The last thing she wanted was to end up flipping burgers, or sitting in a desk for the rest of her life.
The interslice had become somewhat of a home for said Girl, Being able to write her life down, and nobody knowing who she was, or why she was writing. She met another amazing girl, who we’ll Call Kink. She was the first to flirt seriously with said girl, and they connected. Though they lived on opposite ends of the Jungles and Forests, they managed to become something. Nothing serious, but something.
Said Girl’s Hormones began taking hold of her, she began getting distracted by any pretty girl who passed her. Said girl is Still breathing, though. Having Fun, Crying, Yelling, Just like every other primate. But she knows She’ll break apart from that someday, become something. And she’s working towards that, while you read this.
I Am Said Girl, and Every word of that story is true, even if it is coded. I am working for my dreams, even if they last a Moment. I am falling in love every time I Turn my head. I am Learning that life is hard, and you just gotta get over it. Nothings fair, who cares? Every little thing becomes part of your story, not just the monumental moments, the little ones too.
