you know, i usually look back on my eighth grade self as like, this quirky, Weird Girl(tm) who nonetheless had a network of various accepting friends, but i’m transcribing what i consider to be my most Iconically Eighth Grade diary volume, and i think that “an absolute feral lunatic of a child with a penchance for scraps who miraculously had a group of people who had Bonded with them like a horse girl to a wild mustang” is much closer to the truth
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