I'm pissed off. Ugh. It doesn't matter anymore. I don't give a shit. I'm not even going to bother arguing. I hate this. My parents need to learn how to properly ground someone. I feel like I'm high. At least I don't have it as bad as Priscilla. Blah. Fuck it. I've been in cage my whole life, it won't hurt if it last until I graduate. Whatever. All I ever get to do is look through it at the world never able to fully experience it. At least I'm not in solitary confinement like Priscilla. But I'm still trapped in reality and trapped in my own mind, living in a fantasy that is never to come true. Caged in all angles. The only reality I know is the reality of my own fucking misery. It's no wonder I cling to it like a babe clings to its mothers breasts. It's the only thing that I've ever believed to be true that has been my companion through this long pointless journey.

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