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someone's always someone elses one

drawing mushrooms. my mother says i'm screwing things up, conversations consist of being told just how much i'm going to be shit at life. but i think that sometimes the results of things i do are nice. there's a pattern in my life, repeating itself everyday. i always know about the things trying to be kept from me, and i don't even try to. i'd rather not know. i'd rather people didn't refer to me as an animal and i would rather not receive subtle hints in study period. i would rather devote free time to a little careless dancing, but the housework is more important. i want to ignore the complications, i want to live surrounded by all things green. i would like to develop a liking to mushrooms, but i've found myself too stubborn, too lazy to try.