when i'm in my room, alone, i turn the music up and dance like i'm a fucking rockstar.
this, somehow, is what's making my search for colleges not feel like a predatorial monster right now. like, "take my brain, take my hand, take me where i cannot stand . . . i don't care, i'm still free, you can't take my bad-music-and-equally-bad-i-mean-shamefully-radically-bad-i-mean-like-makes-you-ashamed-by-association-bad-dancing-from-me . . ."
yeah, i just went there.
in confidence,
claire
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