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I’m the girl who smokes a pack a day, and is trying to cut down rather unsuccessfully. I’m a daughter and a sister, though most of the time I don’t feel like either. I’m the girl who cried the hardest the day you got on that plane – yes, for the entire day.

I’m the girl who loves reading. I’m the girl who lied to you about where I was going to be and what I was doing. I’m the one who took a walk with you when we both couldn’t sleep. I’m the one whose bag you puked into, I’m also the girl who paid for your new computer. Even though it wasn’t a mac.

I’m the girl you tried to beat up, then still blamed for it.

I am the girl who drinks an entire jug of beer, then orders another one just because you called me a pussy. I’m the girl who stumbled home drunk and fell asleep next to a drain cover in the carpark. I am the girl that tried to kiss you. I’m the one who forgot to return your book, and then couldn’t find it when I wanted to. I’m the girl you clobbered in your sleep.

I’m the girl that falls for her friends.

I am the girl that you teased endlessly. I’m the one who laughed at the joke, hardest when the joke was on me. (I kicked myself later.) I’m the girl who cut all my hair off because it was a hot day. I’m the girl you slapped at the bus stop. I’m the girl whose ring you flung away.

I’m the girl who stopped going to church, yet prays frantically whenever I’m scared out of my wits. I’m the girl that hates iced lemon tea and red bull (both together and separately). I am the girl who wrote you 17 letters in one day, yet never had the guts to send a single one.

I am the girl that’s scared of the dark.

I am the girl whose wallet you stole. I’m the girl who bathed in 2 minutes flat because there just might have been sharks waiting to pour down through the shower head. I’m the girl who slipped on the stairs out of the Metro station, and I’m the girl who was so thankful none of you saw it. I’m the girl who hates french kissing.

I’m the girl who bitches about you all the time, though somewhere inside I know I love you. I’m the girl who drank your beer. I am the girl who started smoking again when I needed to leave you. I’m the one who tried to tell you it wouldn’t work 10 days after we’d gotten together.

I’m the one you didn’t listen to. I became the girl whose heart you broke.

I’m the girl who gets drunk but looks sober. I’m the one who carried you into a cab when you were too sloshed to recognize me. I’m the girl whose lap you puked on. I am the girl who bathed you. I’m the girl who lied for you, who got into trouble for you – do you know that I still hate myself for having done that? I’m the girl who cuddles up with my cats when I cry.

I’m the girl you slept with.

I am the girl who didn’t think it would matter, when it so obviously, and painfully, did. I’m the girl who had 27GB of music in her computer. I’m the girl you kissed just before going off to meet your girlfriend. I’m the girl who lied to all my friends about you. I am the girl whose girlfriend you stole. I’m also the one who stole her back.

I am the girl who got bitten by your dog. I’m the girl whom your daughter bit when I was 8. That hurt. I’m the girl who texted your mom, “Happy birthday,” but didn’t understand a single word when she replied in chinese. I am the girl who spoke to my principal so you could experience school life before leaving for London. I just wanted to have you near me.

I’m that girl who walked to your house in the rain, only to find you weren’t even there.

I’m the girl who packed your stuff for you, and wanted desperately to pack myself in. I’m the girl who got concussed when your mother walked into school. I’m the one who they thought would fail her O levels. Oh yes, and her A levels too.

I am the girl who broke your heart.

I’m the one who drove your car into a pole and cracked your side-mirror. (I was only 13 then.) I’m the one who ran in 23 minutes late for the exam, then walked out 46 minutes later, already done. I’m the girl who brought all the alcohol, and the one who broke that Erdinger glass you stole. I’m the girl who’d do anything for you.

I am the girl who sprained her back without knowing how. I’m the girl you mothered when that happened. I’m the one that ordered a bucket of KFC just because I wanted the bucket. But I’m not the one who threw up from a guacamole overload.

I’m the girl you kissed when you thought I was asleep.

Yeah, I’m that girl. Who are you?

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