So basically a week ago I was dumped by this guy I really liked because he wanted to focus on his sports.
Now a week later I am talking to one of his opponents in his sports, someone who actually beat the shit out of him in the finals.
I am so happy and really believe everything happens for a reason.
And I'm going for coffee with this other guy tomorrow and I'm not even sure what's going on? Help.
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Anxiety
Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
