I met another nineteen-year-old. I am a month older than she and she believes to be the creme a la creme. Nobody can touch her.
I get it. Small town girl. Lived in one place your whole life. Had the world. Grew up and you had the impression that things will be the same; it’s not. Things will always vary and constant. Although you may be the center of your world unlock yourself and find yourself in the mirrors of other people.
Don’t let your vanity obscure your vision. The world is a beautiful place, if you make it to be so. There are mirrors and doors to guide you. Mine are wide open and I’m willing to let you in once you drop the memememe mentality.
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