She spreads her arms wide and gestures at the oasis of spring around them. Her hair, which has been creeping past the waist height she'd cut at it before, pools on the ground, still growing. His truck is slowly being covered with vines and flowers, honeysuckle and wisteria twisting up around the doors, pushing through the cracks around the hood.
"It's not a waste to be someone who isn't prideful, to be someone who doesn't need to show off to get respect! And I'm so freaking tired of people acting like they know who I am, acting like they know me better than myself! I'm not a toy or a trophy or a prize! I'm not a-a freaking waste if I don't do things the way everyone else wants me to!"
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She spreads her arms wide and gestures at the oasis of spring around them. Her hair, which has been creeping past the waist height she'd cut at it before, pools on the ground, still growing. His truck is slowly being covered with vines and flowers, honeysuckle and wisteria twisting up around the doors, pushing through the cracks around the hood.
"It's not a waste to be someone who isn't prideful, to be someone who doesn't need to show off to get respect! And I'm so freaking tired of people acting like they know who I am, acting like they know me better than myself! I'm not a toy or a trophy or a prize! I'm not a-a freaking waste if I don't do things the way everyone else wants me to!"