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idk what to title this."You're an idiot."
Truer words have never been spoken, but being the stubborn man I was, I could never have accepted that.
"I know that this is just going to have you end up in jail, or get you into some other horrible situation," nagged my sister, Arty, who never allowed herself to be wrong. And most of the time, she wasn't.
"Just get off my back for a moment, will you?" I snapped, exposing my clenched, pearly white teeth. Actually, maybe a little off-white. I like drinking a lot of soda.
"There is no limit to your studpidity, is there?" Arty sighed. I guess not.
An overstuffed suitcase sat on my bare mattress. I was ready to leave this place, and no one was going to stop me. Not even Arty.
"Well, I'm heading off. Take care of Massachusetts for me," I said as I walked towards the bedroom door. Massachusetts was our pet dog.
"Take care of Massachusetts? He can take care of himself. &
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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