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You know the feeling when something great is finally happening to you and you start feeling like you are on cloud nine but then it goes down the drain when you majorly screw it up with your clumsiness or nervousness or your anxiety. Well, right now I am feeling the same thing. I messed up. I messed up big. I may be the perfect It girl in school and the perfect daughter but do you know how much I have to undergo to be that perfect? The constant pressure to be called as your parents' daughter and the head cheerleader and the student body president. I have to be a role model for the others in the school and I cannot be if I am clumsy. No one, not even Aly, knows how clumsy I am and how forgetful I am, how I can screw up things important to me. I try to be... I sigh. This is not surp
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