Doe deer.

You used to be a pretty little girl, with long brown hair and a brace face. You smiled in photos, wore floral skirts and tied ribbons in your hair. But you cut it all off a while ago and started posing nude for your friends. The first time I heard of you I hated you with all my guts, thought you were ugly and laughed at you because you had braces, because the one I liked, loved you. I hated you because you were a rich kid and you were skinnier than me. But my hatred turned to jealousy and jealousy turned to obsession as I began to stalk you more and more. Yeh, you were fucking cool and you had that boy under a spell I couldn't break. But later on you became more and more distant, your wall posts became less and less, your photos became older and older. Until you finally disappeared- yep you straight out deleted you Facebook...and left me in the dark.

But somewhere in between then and now you traded your brown hair for cherry red, you traded your braces and floral skirts for piercings and tattoos. You traded your "cool and sweetness" for "cool and fuck the world and everyone in it" Because now- "I Probably hate you" pretty much sums your whole self up- I mean what's the point of liking people when you're XXXXXXXXXXX- you're girl interrupted, you're hardcore, you're the virgin suicides, you're pulp fiction, you're Julia Stiles in 10 things I hate about you, you're inspiring to me, you're what I wanted to be (before I knew who I was), you're Regina George . You're perfection in the form of a morbid girl who likes bruising and cutting herself and posting it on her blog.

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