Strawberry Ice Cream

I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet because the boys in my high school think I’m a freak because I dye my hair green, and I’m not white passing enough to get away with it yet. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and I’m old enough to know that virginity is a patriarchal heternormative concept that I don’t believe in. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and I’m also old enough to know that men like it when you tell them you’re a virgin. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and you are 25, and I think that’s cool. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and you show me good music like Radiohead and Have A Nice Life and The Antlers and that one Weezer song. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and I cry to you when my dad beats my brother again. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and if you were here, you would take me to get strawberry ice cream and wipe my tears away. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and you and I take the BDSM test together over Skype. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and you tell me to take pictures of me making these kinds of faces before I get on the bus to go to school. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and you’re going to kill my family and save me from everyone. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and I have to respond to your texts during AP Bio or else you’ll kill yourself. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and you are the only person who will ever love me. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and I’m scared that no one else will ever love me. I’m a 17 year old on the internet and I think love will save me. I’m a 17 year old girl on the internet and it’s New Years Eve and I think my love will save you from trying to hurt yourself again and my family is asking me who I’m talking to on the phone and can’t it wait because the ball is about to drop and I realize that you’re never going to kill anyone, not even yourself, not even me, even if I begged you to.