Tumblr opens my eyes to all the living I could be doing. It hurts, sometimes. Knowing I cannot ever just go for a tattoo if I want to, or pierce whatever I want. Sleepover at my boy's place. Bungee jump. Dance. Lose a lot of weight in a tiny period of time. Dance somemore. Meet strangers. Do strange things. Go to a rock concert. Get a job as a waitress. Live somewhere run-down all my life. Blast music. Graffiti. Do dangerous things.

But it's okay. Everything gets filtered. I will end up doing some of the stuff I want. If I regret anything, if at all, it's part of life.

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