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Hello World
If you can relate to the musings of an 18 year old stuck inside her own universe, read on.

Manifesto:

I will write earnestly and not to please my friends, acquaintances and fleas; I will write about things that make my heart pound for better or for worse; I will write about things that scare me shitless and things that make me appreciative of life.

I can be very indecisive (I'm still in frustration trying to decide whether to write in Times or Georgia) impulsive (freedom of speech usually dominates my freedom of thought).

I like all things that glitter and shine, the mysteries of the world, and the smell of washed cotton.

I still like to think that Pluto is a planet. It's just a misplaced celestial body in our solar system. A wise old man once told me (sounds cheesy I know) a weed is just a misplaced flower.  I believe all things far off, things that seem unimportant, should be remembered.

Fellow Plutonians, I hereby mark today as the official inception of a beautiful secret.