I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you.

Kenya Rosemary Harding, eighteen years old, a senior, and an only child. I used to be nice. Then my best friend got killed, and I went off the rails. THEN it turns out he wasn't killed at all and he planned his fake death, and I don't know who I am anymore. Help me.

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i'll get writing ken and linds' bios this weekend or some shit <3 hugs and tickles

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j where do we message you 

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WHAT DOES IT MEAN 

WHAT I'M SO CONFUSED I'M DYING 

IS IT REOPENING ON THE 12TH OF THE 12TH OF THE 12TH OR WHAT LIKE 

UGH i'm crying 

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J

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY

DAMN IT 

J 

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I finally cleaned up around the house.

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It will be. I’ll help you. Don’t run off. If you do, stop by the mental clinic and grab me first.

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If I go there, they'd probably sign me in with you. 

[alextrusov-old-blog]

Oh Ken…That’s a lot….it’ll be ok, alright? I’m not home for a few more days, but when I get back we can hang out, or look at apartments or something.

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It's not going to be okay, and I'm scared that by the time you get back.. I'd have run off. 

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They tell me it’s not good. So what’s goin’ on?

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Well, my best friend died.. and just as I was getting used to him being dead, it turns out he wasn't.. and I just sort off went off the rails. I'm the reason my parents are getting divorced, why my dad is already off getting another girlfriend with kids and my mother is somewhere in New York because she can't stand the sight of me. I don't know what to do anymore, the house is a fucking mess. All the photographs on the wall are smashed into pieces, the plates are smashed and there are holes in the walls made by yours truly.

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That’s never fun. Wanna talk about it?

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Yeah.. Yeah I think I do. It's not good to bottle things up, is it?

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You alright, Ken?

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I don't know.

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One plate, two plates, three plates, four. I think I need some more.

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I want a car. Fuck you, nokia phone that my aunty got me.

fuck you. 

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I hear it's someone's birthday..

Tony! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Guess what you get? 

A famous hug from Kenya Harding. Happy birthday, old guy. I don't give out many hugs so.. Enjoy it while it lasts, buddy.

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thinking of leaving Chicago for a while.. To clear my head, of sorts.

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But it’s so excessive! We’ll just find one that’s way better than the rest. That should make the decision easy!

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It has to be pretty. I am not living in a dump.

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thinking of leaving Chicago for a while.. To clear my head, of sorts.

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Then we might have to buy three apartments.

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Totally okay with me. God knows I have the money.

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thinking of leaving Chicago for a while.. To clear my head, of sorts.

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Well then this is gonna be fun! I hate making choices!

[k-enyaharding-blog]

So do I! When I couldn't choose between the red, blue, or black candle, I bought all three!