One minute I look like I belong in the cover of Vogue, and then the next minute I look like I should be on the baseball field with all the other little boys playing little league. You get both or nothing, deal with it.
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Reasons why I don't like dating; and why I plan on staying alone
RomanceThis is the journey of an illiterate, short-tempered, high schooler, who's trying to tell you why she believes love is a sham and that she's slowly becoming a fire hydrant. Love is hard for fire hydrants. Be kind to us.
