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I am a fully grown little girl. I sleep in my parents' bed when they leave for the day and I cry when I need a hug. I smoke weed like it's my job and every semester is a sleep-away summer camp. I will never ever be 17 again, I couldn't be, because 17 was when I became a woman and I've become so young since then.  A couple months ago I asked my mom if she thought I was pretty. She told me she thinks I'm beautiful, because I remind her of herself I loved this answer. She told me I inherited her amazing bone structure. I've never thought of myself as someone with especially sharp cheekbones but I was flattered. Sometime in between interactions with men who needed to possess my body like they hated it and had to punish it, I realized she actually meant my ass-to-waist ratio. Thanks mommy.  Hemingway killed himself cause he knew he'd never be as talented as I was. When I wrote every day. I'm actually a pretty good writer usually. I was pre-pandemic, I was rea...

I don't have anything to say about Thanksgiving. It is Thanksgiving today. Hence why this post is titled Thanksgiving.  Here's something to say about Thanksgiving actually. Dr. Miller told us on Thursday that he doesn't celebrate the holiday because it's an awful premise. He hasn't in 20 years. I agree. I respect him. He's been vegan for 20 years. We should all be vegans he thinks. I disagree. I respect him anyway.  I think it's very hopeful to meet someone who is not only consistent in their moral beliefs but consistent in applying them to their own actions. That's not me. And I feel desolate and shitty today. So I will talk about a hopeful thing.  I think Dr. Miller is the smartest person I've ever met in my life. I don't mean academically (although I could and it would be true too). I think he just understands stuff on a fundamentally deeper level than almost anyone else can. I must spend as much time as possible with him so that it'll rub...