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[splatpro]

 i'm a rehab center for troubled girls. i get found when somebody hits their lowest, needs a friend, and recovers. there's no need for rehab after recovery. that's how you make yourself sad. my position in the lives of others is not permanent. i'm not a fixture of any load-bearing importance. the house doesn't shake when the beam is removed but the wood rots the whole way to the dump. 

its a fun phase to go through. minimum wage before six figures, a weekend getaway before the summertime. a pass time. something you look back on fondly as a memory. but it ends at that. a memory. it's beyond you, it changed you, but you don't acknowledge it. it was a page in your story. irony is a cruel joke, isn't it? 

i hope i garner a reputation strong enough to warrant a good makeup artist. she'll make me look good for my debut six feet under. i'll push every daisy with a furrow because even in death, all i am useful for is getting everyone else out of the dirt.