Runaway from me, baby.

I'm 19. I'm feisty. I'm rude. I'm sweet.
I don't trust anybody and I have one true friend in this town.
I'm ready to get out. SOON.

You Have Three Moods During Class:

The, “Tf is this?”

The: “OMG I ACTUALLY GET IT!!!”

And the:

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