You know how we all wanted to set that bitch's house on fire. How we wanted to slit our ex's throats with razor blades. Throw our annoying siblings to a pool of boiling oil. Spit that Regina George in our school on the face. Break the school jocks' manwhore-y heart with mischievous tactics. Just cry when we can no longer tolerate. Just speak how you really feel. Kiss and tell. Commit and confess. Eat all we want and give no shit about gaining weight or carbs or fats or cellulite. How we wanted to say no.
Then reality would slap you the face and tell you that you just couldn't. 'Cause you'll either be committing social suicide or ending up in jail.
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