Ask me anything.
"She couldn't fit in if she tried; she's different just because she's trying to keep up."
Hi, I'm Rebecca. People say that I was born in the wrong generation, and I couldn't agree more; at heart, I am a flower child. However, I am seventeen today, and living in this decade. For an entire year, I'm going to make a post a day about whatever I like. More often than not, it'll be my rambling thoughts, but you might also get pictures, videos, or songs. Some will be short, sweet, and to the point; others, you'll be reading for pages. Who knows? Let's just keep living one day at a time, and learn to dance in the rain while we wait for the sunshine.
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Sick, sicker, sickest.
I’m at sicker, and Novio’s at sickest. I don’t enjoy having to scream at twelve year olds with a sore throat, and I despise moving sets when it hurts to do anything but sleep. I hate when people I love are so sick that they can barely stay awake, and being put down constantly helps nothing.
(Late)
